Thank you. For the Ugly.

On my way to the vet this morning, I hit the sidewalk at the Loyola stop and noticed a construction site. And at this construction site was a very nice fence situation with a nice floral motif to cover up the constructionness of the construction site- to make it look less, well, ugly. Then I smelled paint thinner. I looked up ahead and saw one of the construction workers wiping at a piece of graffiti. And I thought to myself, "wow. Vandals can't leave anything nice, can they?" and it kind of made me a little mad.
Any attempt to make something look nice, and some gang or some shithead kid has to come along and write his goddamned name on it.
Like a dog pissing on a tree.

Later, when walking to the bus, I thought I'd go to the stop down the block because it had a bench and seeing as how it was such a lovely day, it might be nice to sit in the sun and read while waiting for the bus. Because MY stop doesn't have a bench anymore. Most likely due to some murder. So off I go. When I get there, there's a nice, big, chunky pile of junkie sick right in front of the fucking bench.

Thanks, neighbors. For the graffiti, and the throw up.