This is the third installment of a freewrite series I am apparently writing. They were all written for 
Part One
https://steemit.com/freewrite/@owasco/freewrite-weekend-freewrite-2-22-2019
Part Two
https://steemit.com/freewrite/@owasco/day-531-5-minute-freewrite-thursday-prompt-filth
Oh this guy is a regular comic, real funny guy. "Dead nettle tea." What the fuck is that? Dude probably goes and picks some weeds to make that crap, weeds that have been pooped on by his chickens, his damn dog and by him for all I know. He does have that composting toilet over on my side of his property, next to his compost pile. What does he do with all that shit? I don't ask because I definitely don't want to know.
But I take him up on the offer of tea, because I really want to see what is in his house. Maybe that way I can find some evidence to finally get rid of him. Get a nice older couple in that house instead of this asshole, a couple with no kids, no pets, no compost piles, no chickens, no trumpets, no weeds, no eyesores of untrimmed wildflowers and no bothering me.
He looks shocked when I say "Sure you fucker. I'll have some tea. But not that dead nettle shit haha very funny I'll dead nettle you you bastard." He makes a look like he wants to take it back, like he didn't really expect me to say yes. I'll cook his goose good after this cup of tea. Straight to the cops with whatever I find in there.
I'm expecting filth in there. I'm expecting a weed farm. I'm expecting mad science experiments, stolen goods, roaches, fleas, and rats.
Instead I find art. The place is like a museum. I am swept away by the orderly beauty of his home. We actually get to talking over a cup of earl grey tea and the conversation turns to a problem of mine that has nothing to do with him and everything to do with my asshole.
I leave with a tiny jar of ointment for my asshole, dead nettle ointment. Good for hemorrhoids.
This is my entry to
The image is mine of a painting I am housing for Chris Randolph, arteest. The shadow in the middle of it is mine, because I am not a photographer.