I rammed the hose, the drain rejecting it forthwith, up and down, ground and pound, it got advance an inch at a time. Guess what happened ? Go ahead, GUESS. The drain was clogged IN DEEP. Not just A Little. I had no recourse but to bust it open. I hammer-fisted it, broke the metal away from the pop-rivets and shit went EVERYWHERE . I stared as if stupid. Oh well. The overflow was NOT deluge-ing the bulkhead doors. I tried to remove the hose. Guess what ? Go ahead, GUESS. The hose wouldn't slide back out. I pulled harder. I pulled so that the entire gutter would collapse in a junk heap where it belonged. I read my Obituary. "Steve DeSilva, asshole extraodinaire, was found dead from pulling his own hose." It was raining harder now.
Ya' know Kidz, there should be a fable where the Wisdom-At-The-End is "So don't even think for a SECOND that things CAN'T go 'From BAD to WORSE' ".
I climbed down, one rung at a time. I stepped back mangled drain hooks suspended by hose, swinging back and forth and forth and back and back and forth again.
The ladder seemed a GIANT Exclamation Point.
This Old Man He Played Dumb He played dumb and did succumb to a nit wit panic attack give the dog a bone, this old man was drenched with foam.
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