Everyday Yeah one-thousand three-hundred and seventy-six

The apartment complex where I was resting the wounds of a spiritual foolishness had a grapefruit tree. I noticed the backs of the non-grapefruit trees were diseased. The ground was filled with leaking pipes. One of the other tenants asked their neighbor, “Does your shower pressure suffer if you flush your toilet the same day you use your kitchen sink?” A John, a Johnathan of sorts, a boy named Johnny, a man pretending to be John began speaking in my phone. Someone named John spoke for three minutes. When I hung up Yeah asked who called. I lied and said, “Seth asked about the soil full of leakiness.” Yeah asked who Seth was. I shrugged and said, “My friend John gave Seth my number.”