Mostly True Memoirs
I’M INNOCENT
I keep a pile of brush in the side yard that I let sit in the sun.
When it’s dry, I crumble it into the compost.
However, we had a ton of rain in May.
Probably 10 inches or more.
Grass has grown like crazy over the brush pile.
Now it looks like a grave.
I really hope none of the neighbors goes missing before I can get that thing shredded up again.
A new crime scene, just in time for the new season of Bosch.
I didn’t do it, I swear.
I’m innocent.