Weeds have taken over his life, they’re everywhere, in his yard, in his mind, in his teeth. The dentist peers in, fingers the gumline, sticks in his fist, tugs the front row. He laughs, well what can I say, your gums are lousy. My neighbors argue midday into the street, she says to him, I am disgusted with you, I can’t even look at you; and their dog squats over my curb and we all watch helplessly. Even now, any random phone call brings it all to a head.