I hate litterbugs.
HATE.
Like go to jail for administering punishment that is in no way corollary with the crime.
Basically, this guy who just moved in across the street with a dying old guy who is a friend… was with 3 of his friends and one on one of them there motorbikes threw a cup, lid, straw, some napkins… on the ground. Â All petulant like. Â This neighbor guy was about to drive off in his tow truck when I stormed out of the front of my apartment, drunk, naked, in a snow white fluffy robe.
As he tried to drive away I picked up the trash and was like, “Oh. Ohh… oh. Â I got this. Â No worries. Â Might as well take care of the hood”, I slurred wild eyed and PISSED.
He looked legitimately confused, regretful and annoyed. Â He took off.
I put the trash on my friend’s doorstep, aka this new guy’s joint who is renting from the old dude.
This is the note I put on the door.
2nd shot is of the door across the street, avec note.
I sorta meant it too.
We’ll see how it goes. Â I am friends with the owner of the home and one other tenant. I am sure it will all be fine. Â Litterbugs… however… not cool..