I grew the grass in the forefront from scratch a few years ago. It was a longshot on some very unfertile soil, yet besides Ricky’s pee patches, it’s flourishing.
A few months ago, I decided to turn an even more barren, rock-infested strip into more grass, which you can see in the background. Not bad.
I choose to do all the seeding, mowing, weeding and watering so Ricky can romp and relax on a lush lawn. And yet if you look closely you’ll see he’s asleep behind two potted plants on the bricks. Enjoy your giant toilet, son.
