La Pata Landfill

AKA the Dump.

Let me preface this post by informing the public that the dump and I are very well-acquainted. 

I grew up loading our pickup truck PAST the brim (my dad would build makeshift walls) with garbage and hauling it to the dump... every Saturday.

It was a luxurious childhood.

Last week, my brother, David forgot to take out the trashcans to the street for pickup.

We were left with 4 huge, overflowing, stinky, disgusting trashcans.

The solution? Load it all in the truck and haul it away. So that's what we did.

I made the littlest bro come -- I feel like it's my responsibility in life to show him what normal kids do (chores.) He doesn't know what normal is... at all.

That kid is a hilarious, well-loved, and  a pampered individual.

welcome to my life

see what i mean? he can't even believe he has to be in the car while we unload the garbage.

ok... now that's gross.