My contribution to pollution
To my dismay I must admit I littered the other night. Littering is trashy, no pun intended. After a night of heavy drinking, digging a rather large hole in sand, and peeing in a thorn bush I reluctantly muddled our Rochester streets.
I was hanging out of a parked car on Murray Street puking when I noticed a blur out of the corner of my eye on the ground. Restrained in my seatbelt and the door ajar, I leaned out of the car until my face was inches from the cement. In my drunken state, I was squinting with my one good eye I noticed the blur was an empty box of Black & Milds that fell out of my purse. Though outrageously intoxicated, I thought about how disrespectful it would be to leave it there in the street. So I stretched my arm out to reach for it and then when I realized I had vomited all over it. However, I still contemplated picking it up and throwing it out later, instead I left it there. How conscience are you of polluting in your inebriated environment?
I was hanging out of a parked car on Murray Street puking when I noticed a blur out of the corner of my eye on the ground. Restrained in my seatbelt and the door ajar, I leaned out of the car until my face was inches from the cement. In my drunken state, I was squinting with my one good eye I noticed the blur was an empty box of Black & Milds that fell out of my purse. Though outrageously intoxicated, I thought about how disrespectful it would be to leave it there in the street. So I stretched my arm out to reach for it and then when I realized I had vomited all over it. However, I still contemplated picking it up and throwing it out later, instead I left it there. How conscience are you of polluting in your inebriated environment?