On my drive to work this morning I got stuck behind a 18 wheeler, as usual. I got kind of upset when I noticed that the things that were raining onto my window weren’t leaves but little pieces of garbage. A paper cup here, a little chunk of wet newspaper, a soda can bounce off the shoulder of the road. After getting pretty fed up with it and more or less feeling pangs of remorse watching the defacement of our beautiful highway system I decided to pass him. When I pulled up alongside I noticed the green recycling symbol next to a sicker of the peace frog and realized that it was a truck going to a recycling plant. And then I realized that it really is all part of some sick elaborate joke that I’m just not in on.
There’s blood in the street it’s up to my ankles.
I’m going to go home and shoot at some aerosol cans in the backyard now.
