tar but no feathers

sorry for the short break...censorship's got me down.

today, the improvements around my apartment continue. first they were ripping out all the grass, and now they are sealing all the cracks in the sidewalk.

this is an arduous process to say the least, especially for just one man. he started coming last week, with simply a hammer and a chisel that resembled a railroad spike. at each crack, he took the chisel to it without mercy, perhaps to make the surface even, and give space for the tar to stick. on monday, he began to fill in the cracks. he had two chunks of solid tar just sitting on the sidewalk, looking like a 3 pack a day elephant's lungs. he built a wood fire, again on the sidewalk, and stacked some bricks around it. he took one of the lungs of tar and put it in a metal bucket and set it on the bricks over the fire.

soon it was a boiling pitch black substance. he transferred it to another bucket, this one with a spout, and began to pour it liberally into the cracks he had made. while he did this, people walked around him and on the already filled cracks, paying him no mind. at the end of the day, he strapped the buckets and solidified tar to the back of his bike, and rode into the sunset...a tarman's job is never done.