[dropcap]T[/dropcap]here’s no such thing as a free $#!+, even if the opposite has always seemed true. My dad put in our first septic system when I was fresh to the world. My grandparents covered the cost of my waste at their homes, and whatever pooping costs I paid when I bought my first home in Warsaw, Indiana and my second one in Greencastle were too folded into the sale price to notice when I flipped the flush-handle. Except for a couple of apartment stints in college, I’ve always lived little more than a couple bunny-hops from a septic tank: That toxic, underground cesspool which Erma Bombeck once lovingly said produced the greenest grass.
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There's No Such Thing As a Free $#!+
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[dropcap]T[/dropcap]here’s no such thing as a free $#!+, even if the opposite has always seemed true. My dad put in our first septic system when I was fresh to the world. My grandparents covered the cost of my waste at their homes, and whatever pooping costs I paid when I bought my first home in Warsaw, Indiana and my second one in Greencastle were too folded into the sale price to notice when I flipped the flush-handle. Except for a couple of apartment stints in college, I’ve always lived little more than a couple bunny-hops from a septic tank: That toxic, underground cesspool which Erma Bombeck once lovingly said produced the greenest grass.