24 Feb 07 76/100: The Home Stretch

I managed to go the whole day without touching a broom. I'm sure my curling game will wane accordingly. No good carcasses today, nothing poetic or nauseatingly tragic. Oddly though I found a large number of small, dead birds along Lake Mary Blvd. They were finches I think. It seemed like they might have killed themselves, throwing their tiny bodies into the paths of oncoming cars. You know the world has turned to shit when even the life of a finch has become too much. I mean really, how hard is it to be a little woodland bird? You eat berries and insects and chase around other finches to fuck all day.

I blame global warming.

People who drink Big Gulps, Budweiser and Pepsi like to throw their refuse on the sides of the road. There's a sociology or psychology masters thesis entangled in that observation in case anyone needs one. It's worth looking into. I also picked up enough plastic bags to make that pasty-faced kid from American Beauty change his tune about how “beautiful” they can be.

The end of my ordeal with the man is nigh. Three more days picking trash and one little, $35.00 victim awareness class. $5000+ later and I'll be in the clear. There's a lesson to be learned here I think but I can't quite put my finger on it. Just kidding.

Don't drink and drive kids*. It sucks.

*Or at least don't get caught**

**Just kidding

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