As the rain comes down,

the shit rises up. Dips in the road have become vast bowls of shit soup, turds floating there like dumplings. I was in one of those Zamalek basha-bars earlier this evening, beering with Terence, who had a flask of something nasty under the table that he was slurping at through a plastic tube. He put a shot in my beer and it made my head spin.

“It’s the fucking brain drain man,” Terence was pulling at his mustache like he wants it out of there. “All the engineers are in Canada. That’s why the sewers don’t work.”

Why don’t the sewers work? Why do they back up and spread shit through the streets when it rains?

They don’t call it the Turd World for nothing.