I try to turn the other cheek and look at something beautiful when I see your overstuffed shopping cart full of recyclable bottles and cans taking up more street space than a small car. I like the concept of re-purposing materials that shouldn’t go to the landfill, but I sure don’t like you pawing through the garbage cans hidden in my private driveway, especially since you tend to tear open the garbage bags and leave a disgusting mess for someone else to clean up. I try not to grumble when I hear you yelling about the major find because one of my neighbors move out and I’m on a business conference call.
I want to think that you’re doing the best you can to survive on the streets of West Hollywood, but when I see you week after week, I am disgusted. You’ve become an eyesore and a nuisance and I don’t think you’re helping the environment.
Neighborhood trash-monger, you bring more crap into my life than you take out of it. Will you please just go away?