The criminal butt-wag was back in our faces. Big-time engineer with power. He who had first revealed himself to Thrash and me as a lech at our hangout, Mullet Town, was currently appearing in hard hat for the bullhorning of others. The glory of the dig site roused delusional animal vitality. He had a monster sewage treatment operation under his command. Sewage! Imagine your ultimate thrill being the stinking up of a nowhere neighborhood with sewage treatment. The sleaziest feel-good penance on earth.
