TheOriginalJames
Well-Known Member
Well, as you all know I bought this house. Well, in accordance with my luck and my lack of understanding of fucking everything...
something goes wrong - yes, it truley is always something.
My 4" cast iron sewer drain pipe leading from upstairs to the basement and into the sewer connection to the city is leaking.
It's a 4" cast iron pipe in 5 foot sections put together in 1927. There are female "bells" at the end of each pipe which are welded together with molten iron and sealed forever.
Well, on this vertical run directly below the bell that is adjacent to the ceiling of my first floor, there is a leak. A bad leak. I use any upstairs plumbing and it leaks.
Which leads me to why if I HAD hair, I'd be pulling it right now.
My dad tells me to get a piece of equipment that I can wrap around the pipe which is essentially a chain with a carbide cutting tip on it.
So today after work I stopped by;
Home Depot x2
Lowes
Harbor Freight
Menards
and no less than two Do-it Best hardware stores
Brian calls me bored and offers to stop by Sears and the other Lowe's in town.
NOBODY carries a cast iron chain/rope pipe cutter. No one.
So I stop by my apt. grab about 5-6 boxes and lug them down to the house, unload em and head to Rack n' Helens (a bar) to see my dad to tell him. Well I wander in and he proceeds to tell me that no one will carry them since everything is PVC now... and that I should go to Taylor Rental in the morning to RENT A DAMN PIPE CUTTER.
I mean... seriously, isn't this information important enough to TELL ME BEFORE I RUN AROUND TOWN!??
I can't fucking breathe my chest is so sore, the muscle I pulled in 05 is SORE, my ankle hurts, and my damn head hurts from my last job today.
To top it off, I was called a procrastinator in dealing with the house by my dad because I haven't gotten much done, which is absolute BULLSHIT.
I mean, isn't it a little bit ironic that I get called a procrastinator after he neglects to provide me with an important piece of information saving me time and money? I wasted probably 2 gallons of gas in my car tonight thanks to that.
/stressed-to-all-fuck-and-back-rant
Now I'd like to take this opportunity to tell BodyDroppedNikes, THANK YOU. You listened to me bitch and whine on the phone earlier, and you offered your time and money to help me look for this pipe cutter. I've known this guy for 6-7 years and he's always been the guy you can talk to who doesn't judge or make random comments like a jackass - which is more than I can say for the friends I've had since 4th grade.
The night I broke my pinky after getting into a fight with my dad, I was at his place talking to him and the guy sat there and listened, offered me to stay at his place so I wouldn't have to go home.
If you ever want a friend - I tell you what, THIS guy is the friend to have.
Thank ya Brian.
/mushy nonsense.

something goes wrong - yes, it truley is always something.
My 4" cast iron sewer drain pipe leading from upstairs to the basement and into the sewer connection to the city is leaking.
It's a 4" cast iron pipe in 5 foot sections put together in 1927. There are female "bells" at the end of each pipe which are welded together with molten iron and sealed forever.
Well, on this vertical run directly below the bell that is adjacent to the ceiling of my first floor, there is a leak. A bad leak. I use any upstairs plumbing and it leaks.
Which leads me to why if I HAD hair, I'd be pulling it right now.
My dad tells me to get a piece of equipment that I can wrap around the pipe which is essentially a chain with a carbide cutting tip on it.
So today after work I stopped by;
Home Depot x2
Lowes
Harbor Freight
Menards
and no less than two Do-it Best hardware stores
Brian calls me bored and offers to stop by Sears and the other Lowe's in town.
NOBODY carries a cast iron chain/rope pipe cutter. No one.
So I stop by my apt. grab about 5-6 boxes and lug them down to the house, unload em and head to Rack n' Helens (a bar) to see my dad to tell him. Well I wander in and he proceeds to tell me that no one will carry them since everything is PVC now... and that I should go to Taylor Rental in the morning to RENT A DAMN PIPE CUTTER.
I mean... seriously, isn't this information important enough to TELL ME BEFORE I RUN AROUND TOWN!??
I can't fucking breathe my chest is so sore, the muscle I pulled in 05 is SORE, my ankle hurts, and my damn head hurts from my last job today.
To top it off, I was called a procrastinator in dealing with the house by my dad because I haven't gotten much done, which is absolute BULLSHIT.
I mean, isn't it a little bit ironic that I get called a procrastinator after he neglects to provide me with an important piece of information saving me time and money? I wasted probably 2 gallons of gas in my car tonight thanks to that.
/stressed-to-all-fuck-and-back-rant
Now I'd like to take this opportunity to tell BodyDroppedNikes, THANK YOU. You listened to me bitch and whine on the phone earlier, and you offered your time and money to help me look for this pipe cutter. I've known this guy for 6-7 years and he's always been the guy you can talk to who doesn't judge or make random comments like a jackass - which is more than I can say for the friends I've had since 4th grade.
The night I broke my pinky after getting into a fight with my dad, I was at his place talking to him and the guy sat there and listened, offered me to stay at his place so I wouldn't have to go home.
If you ever want a friend - I tell you what, THIS guy is the friend to have.
Thank ya Brian.
/mushy nonsense.