After spending the last 2 years trying to convince my parents that St Louis is a clean, safe, tranquil, idyllic place -- nothing like the trash-filled urban nightmare they imagine it to be -- the following is definitely going to be counterproductive.
First, when I came out of the VA today and saw this on the ground, my initial thought was that it was a sad little road-killed animal. St Louis is full of adorable little fuzzy squirrels and bunnies like a Disney cartoon. ...except for the fact that the cute little fuzzies of St Louis unfortunately run in front of cars sometimes, whereas Bambi's friend Thumper never made that mistake.
But I digress.
It's not a sad little road-killed animal.
It's a weave, presumably torn straight from someone's head and stomped to the ground in an epic display of inner-city emotion.
Now that's the classy St Louis I've grown to know and love.
Second, another gem I found on the ground today. This might be the single most ironic piece of litter in the history of littering. It was laying on the sidewalk a few feet from a sizable stack of spent cigarette butts:
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| Littering the cigarette butts even though the paper asked you not to: Merely defiant. Taking the paper that asked you not to litter and turning it into litter: Almost Kafkaesque. |
You found my weave! I've been looking for it all weekend.
ReplyDeleteDang it! I was hoping no one would claim it, so that I could have it woven onto MY head at the next available opportunity.
ReplyDeleteFinders keepers.
Dude I have seen probably a dozen weaves in the street in my 3.5 years in Saint Louis and I also kind of find it horrifically awesome. By the way I just discovered your blog. I like it better than weaves in the street.
ReplyDeleteBetter than weaves in the street?
DeleteThat's quite the compliment, Dan. Quite the compliment.