don's garage

(...where i take up creative writing to explain my neighbor don*)

this is don's garage.
don lives a few houses west of me, on the north side of the street. i drive by his garage and house almost everyday. i am also slightly jealous of his labeled garage. and i always wonder about who he is.

i would like to think that's don in the picture, to the right of his garage. i would guess that he likes to walk around his property and garage, surveying it for any changes, graffiti tags, broken branches or dings from cars driven astray.

i would like to think that don is a guy that smokes cigarettes and possibly wears polyester pants. i would also like to think that he had a wife, named leslie, but he called her sue, and her name 'sue' was on the other garage door. sadly, her name fell off and don didn't ever get around to putting her name back up. don and sue are not old, but they aren't young.

i would guess sue has two small, white poodle-y looking dogs named chester and lily. the kind of white poodley dogs that sometimes have those brown tear stains on their faces that make them look dirty. i'd guess that chester and lily love to patrol the neighborhood through the chainlink fence, running back and forth, ferociously barking (well, as ferocious as white, poodley-dogs get) at the neighbors and cars passing by.

don and sue and chester and lily hang out together in the afternoons and don smokes cigarettes outside, drinking iced tea with sue. and checking around the garage for problems.  neither don or sue wanted children, and they enjoy their afternoons on the patio, being married together watching the world go by. sometimes sue hangs laundry out to dry in the sun.


*this is all a story. i have no idea who don really is, if he's married a girl named leslie (called sue), or if they have dogs. i also don't know if they hang up their laundry or smoke.