Called my friend at the dump and secured permission to spend the afternoon scavenging for wood. Came upon this mannequin laying on pot plants.
But I don’t miss hanging around the tipping floor. I also saw mattresses wrapped in plastic – bed bugs. And the dark brine at my feet created in the unhealthy swirl of misters, dust and garbage leakage creates what I call dump juice.
I brought home some old fence planks to use at the new shop. Didn’t have quite enough but my old pal Seano came through and gave us a beautiful barn door to cut up.
Finished at 1 am and forgot to take a picture. But you’ll see it tomorrow.
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