Milt's Fotothing

The house where I live. In a ticky-tacky world I picked the tickiest and tackiest of all places: Monochromatic Mount Laurel, NJ where shopping isn't an institution; it is a religion. It is a safe place to live because the police force has nothing better to do than to shoot potential burglars. One of the reasons they have nothing better to do is that there are no donut shops in my neighborhood. However, since the officers have to pay for their own ammunition, they rarely choose that option. The last burglar to invade our neighborhood got lost because all the houses look alike and ended up robbing the storage shed at the pool. He got away with a floatation device. He later learned to his dismay that it was defective. He was found sunk in the Delaware River a few miles away . . .

One thing leads to another. What I write isn't meant to make sense most of the time; it is meant to get you to think about what the world might be like if my vision of it were to come to pass.