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I am constantly walking my dog Maddie around old louisville and there is this front porch that has a plastic cup with cigarette butts in it. The kind of cup that you would get at school dances and would be filled with club soda and orange sorbet...mmm... anyway, the cup is completely full, almost to the point of overflowing. There is not a single stray butt (hehe, i said butt) anywhere else on the porch, and it is pretty obvious that they were placed in the cup right after they had been smoked. Someone has paid a decent amount of attention to this cup. And I think that as the cup got closer and closer to being full the smoker took an odd sort of pride in filling it. I walked by today and the cup was gone. Then I thought; if that cup was just gone one day when that person went out to smoke how could they feel? On one hand they had spent several packs of cigarettes, and lots of time smoking them in order to fill the cup. What if the cup was just about full, and the person was kind of absentmindedly looking forward to finishing the job? But then again, it is just a nasty old cup filled with smelly cigarette butts, and there for doesn't have enough importance to effect one's mood. Or maybe, by writing this in my livejournal, I have spent more time thinking about that plastic cup then the smoker ever did.