To toss Cheeto's bags onto the clean streets of Chicago says a lot about a person character. This is something I have become obsessed with as of late.
I am happier than ever that Kelly talked me into getting a camera phone because I am filling it up with pictures of littered Cheeto's bags from all over Chicago. A much better hobby than that freak who was using his to shoot up my girlfriends skirt last month on the train or the fucker that got busted and arrested doing the same that I read about on the net yesterday morning.
I picked up my new bike after work and then Kelly and I went to buy her new ride. At the bus stop I was shocked to see what litter was laying right there in front of me. An empty box of Valtrax. Yup the drug of choice for those unfortunate enough to possess the gift that keeps on giving. Talk about a representation of character. Have some pride. Bury that box in the bottom of a trash can!!!! Shhheezzsshhh. It's bad enough the lazy bastard that dumps a Cheeto's bag on the city street instead of taking it to the corner trash can. But this?? I'm freaking bewildered.
Off to teh grind. Talk at you soon.
Sooner than later.Posted by Alex Zander at August 16, 2005 07:50 AM