You know, for a day in November, it sure is hot. I wiped the sweat off my forehead as I straightened up. Normally I suck my gut in, but in the privacy of my backyard I thrust my potbelly all the way out while leaning my head back a bit to catch my breath. I tossed the pulled weeds over to a rusty red wheelbarrow and huffed a couple more breaths before I leaned down to pull more weeds that grew between the patio stones.
"Hard at work?" asked my neighbor.
I glanced over to the chain link fence that divided our backyards. I don't really know my neighbor. Not really. I mean, I had seen him around and waved 'hello' to him a few times. Big dude. You can't miss him. He was fucking tall, I mean talking like seven feet tall here. He was wearing a horizontally striped shirt with thick rows alternating yellow and blue. I could see some of the stripes stretching wider over his hard gut. I straightened up again.
"Hard at work?" asked my neighbor.
I glanced over to the chain link fence that divided our backyards. I don't really know my neighbor. Not really. I mean, I had seen him around and waved 'hello' to him a few times. Big dude. You can't miss him. He was fucking tall, I mean talking like seven feet tall here. He was wearing a horizontally striped shirt with thick rows alternating yellow and blue. I could see some of the stripes stretching wider over his hard gut. I straightened up again.