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Thursday, June 2, 2011
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This blog thread posted by the Irving Inquisition uses some explicit language, as well as depicting some aspects of life in North Minneapolis that some readers may find objectionable. Reader discretion is advised.
TMJ Nails = Trash Massing Jimmy Nails
Several weeks ago before, the weekend before NoMi would have its ass handed to it by the Great Twister of 2011; we in Jordan had a nice and successful Clean Sweep event. As the guy responsible for making sure everything happened as designed, I made sure to get everyone into their teams, supplied, and out the door with a clear mission. When the last straggler arrived, I assigned myself to garbage truck duty. I thought it was going to suck; turned out to be a hell of a lot of fun.
|My Clean Sweep chariot awaits to be loaded with 14,000 lbs of your garbage!|
We made our rounds through Jordan, and on our way back to the ranch we went through the alleys paralleling Broadway. Then we pull up to this…
|Broken fence and siding just lying there.|
|You can't store debris here.|
|More piles of trash, broken fencing, and an illegal dumpster that's illegally locked.|
|Note the lack of windows in the back.|
|Ah yes, this reminds me of 2207 Irving.|
|That electrical is so ghetto engineered, no way it could be legal.|
|Really? You want people to park in the rear and see that mess?|
|Probably just a front for drug deals.|
|Let me just dump a big ass piece of siding right here on top of a pile of debris.|
Thuggery at its… day-to-day standard operating procedure, but worse. My trash collecting partner—who happens to be so nice and proper that you can see the golden halo twinkling over her head—was so agitated by the site that her language quickly descended into something reminiscent of a drunken dock worker with anger management issues. I already talk like that in my daily speech, so we were simply on the same page at that point.
Naturally we 3-1-1’d the site. After moving on, a half dozen of über baggy pant wearing thugs came out and stared at us as we rode away in our chariot of nastiness. Arriving back at the ranch, we ran into Mr. Samuels and immediately ran the issue right up the flag pole.
|Don Samuels, make it happen!|
Dear Don Samuels, we have an unauthorized garbage dump in our neighborhood. Please close them down. Oh yea, can you get the building torn down too? It looks like shit. It’s not as if the neighborhood is going to miss this place. We still have like 37 more hair and nail joints all up and down Broadway, just say’n.