Secrets blog on Graffiti Converse Trainers

December 2, 2010 - 2:58 pm Comments Off

My main use for KK-G is to clean various kinds of stains off of my concrete driveway. Spray it on….. let it sit 30 seconds or so…. rinse with the garden hose….. stains are gone.

My first experience with it was when the contractor for the new house I had built used it to remove wood stain from the concrete front porch. As I watched him spray this stuff on the stains, I had serious doubt that it would work, but work it did, and effortlessly at that.

A great product, and a must-have for anyone wanting to keep their concrete stain-free. While there may be other products that can handle this task, I cant imagine anything doing it as easily as KK-G does that’s also non-toxic so as to not harm any of our pets and the environment.

Could someone help me improve this description?
. . . Another Man’s Treasure- The Dumpster On Pleasant AvenueOnce shiny and new and a bright forest green, a dumpster rests in front of a house on Pleasant Avenue- now covered with the claws of leftover liquids, spilled out of the garbage bags they were put in, dripping down the side like rain off of a windshield. Broken spider-webs hang with brown pine needles and wisps of broken pinecones in all of the dips and crevasses of the container .On each side of the dumpster, a sign, once yellow but now a faded white, reading“CAUTION:DO NOT PLAY IN, ON OR AROUND OR OCCUPY THIS CONTAINER FOR ANY PURPOSE.”printed in large black print- all caps- demands to be heard even as no one listens.On the front, in the upper, right-hand corner, a large “6”, covered in dump mush, is stenciled onto the side with black paint next to a now weathered sign:“WMBREM-AIR DISPOSALA WASTE MANAGEMENT CO”covering the front, peeling as if the stench alone was enough to make it wither. A smell, so alive that it should have a physical presence, gives the dumpster its soul and brings it to life with the repugnance of unpleasant, unwanted Graffiti Converse Trainers memories.On the left, where dirt tire tracks from a child’s toy trail from top to bottom, an uneven rectangle of white spray-paint shows, chipping off onto the ground, remnants of the graffiti it was supposed to be covering.A camouflage- green metal and brown rust- allows it to blend into society without any notice from passersby- other than the smell, ripe with the rotting everyday items kept in our homes. A black, plastic, double lift-up lid, one side thrown up to hang down the back, reveals the trash left inside: Black and white garbage bags, bulging or torn with the trash thrown away by unknown hands; a pair of ruined sneakers- Converse All-Stars, no laces- with huge, gaping holes in the sides like the owner attacked them with a knife; crushed Pepsi cans put back into the box they were bought in; sawed off limbs from trees whose branches had grown too large; a blue SEATTLE SEAHAWKS t-shirt and matching jeans- made into a pair by the bleach that stained them; invitations to a birthday party, ripped and torn apart, scattering Spongebob‘s face into tiny pieces; a box for a child’s booster seat; a water hose with a hole; empty shampoo bottles; bare toilet paper rolls; a broken baseball bat; dirty diapers, rolled into balls; a gold bow from a gift box; orphaned socks, missing their twins; chicken bones; pizza boxes; candy wrappers; juice bottles; ketchup packets; soup cans; even eggshells- rest inside the container, away from the elements of this cold, rainy morning.And standing in front, looking like a kid at Christmas, a homeless man- six-feet-tall with brown, thick and tangled hair under his blue and white striped beanie; graying facial hair almost, but not quite, covering a pink, but long healed, scar, running from his right cheek to his chin; wearing a large, navy blue pullover sweatshirt, with small holes in the pockets, under his green and black windbreaker jacket, and blue jeans, too short, showing his unmatching socks, stuffed into his shoes- once white, but now almost black with caked on dirt and mud- smiling a smile that crinkles his green eyes, as he gathers up all of the treasures he just found.He turns away with a slight spring in his step, holding the SEATTLE SEAHAWKS t-shirt and matching pants, the red Converse All-Stars, and all of the orphaned socks- happy to be paired with fraternal twins.
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