Becoming An Outcast

Who would have thought that painting my gate would bring such looks of pity? In a country with extremely cheap manual labor, apparently anyone who brings such a task upon themselves is in a new class of oddness. The complex I live in is monitored by 24 hour security guards, and yet every single home has its very own 8 foot gaudy gate protecting the inhabitants from everything but tailless stray cats and the raunchy smell of the weekly, toxicRead more