The Slumlord


104 degrees.


The digital reading for OUSTIDE TEMP in Carl’s pickup had to be wrong.  Because when he stepped out in front of his rental property under a cloudless sky it felt more like 120.  Sweat instantly started to bubble beneath his long sleeved T-shirt, Dickies pants and his Wolverine work boots.  He would have much preferred his swim trunks and flip flops, holding a beer in hand and laying on a raft tethered to his boat anchored in the bay, which is exactly how he spent the previous day.  But on this day…he vowed to “clean up” his rental property.



1.2 Miles

Time Required: 
8 hour(s) 00 mins