The Game Was Cancelled Due to Smell

It's been raining lately. A lot. Let me put it another way: It smells like shit here. Doodoo. When it rains here, the legions of odors that lay dormant under the earth, or concealed in roving dumpsters are unleashed upon the living. "Smell" is like a type of weather here, like snow, hail, thunderstorms, etc. Some days, particularly when it's been raining, it just plain stinks. A toxic, stinging, auto-rhinectomy inducing, eerie and bewildering system (in the weather pattern sense) of effluvia will occasionally, sans warning, arrive at the city gates like zombies, or the Japanese, or Jap-zombies! (That's another thing: God Almighty, they hate the Japanese here, almost to a man.) But, anyway, like any other type of weather, there's no use complaining. Simply modify your clothing appropriately and carry-on. But it's hard, for me anyway, to think of smell as weather. Because it seems like something can be done to counter it, unlike say, a tornado.

There have been, on extreme occasions, times when I simply went home because it smelled so mercilessly shitty outside--"That's it, fuck this, I'm done!"--only to find similar smells seeping up from my shower drain and from the grouting around my toilet.

The frustrating thing is, I have no idea what is causing these smells. The cost of doing business, I suppose. Perhaps it's simply the smell of progress! Hasty, sleazy, nepotistic, thoroughly corrupt progress.

加油 徐州