So, it is raining here in Indianapolis and there is the sounds of a dishwasher next to me. Concealed behind the thin wall to my right, there runs a drainage pipe that goes from the roof of the building down to God knows where.
You know that thing about bladder and running water? Yeah, that is a thing. That is the least of my concerns because there is a lot of rattling and squeaking. I fear that something is going to break and I am going to be subject to shower from a firehose.