Monday, January 29, 2007
Blowin' in the Wind.
"How many streets must a can roll down, before you can call it a can?"
Isn't that how the great Bob Dylan tunes goes? Well on this, and many other Monday's outside the Greazy and Inky Lair the answer, my friends, is truly blowin' in the wind. And by answer, of course, I mean our neighbor's trash.
You see, Monday is trash and recycling day in our hood, and it also seems to be the windiest day of the week, week in and week out. People put their recycle bins out on Sunday night and by the time the sun comes up, our front lawn looks like the porch of a frat house after a raging party. Save the dead sodomized goat of course, cause nothing says brotherhood like bestiality. I digress.
Making matters worse is the fact that Inky and I live at the convergence of two hills that form a right angle. So when we walk out of our abode and look either straight ahead, or to the right we see a big hill. Don't get me wrong, there are times when this is great. Most notably when there is snow or ice on the ground and we get to sit there and laugh as people try and get up the hills to their homes. That shit is hilarious!
Each and every Monday, all the year round, they get their revenge on us by filling their big plastic recycle bins to the very top with milk cartons, beer cans, mayo jars and baby food bottles. Then nature joins the revenge plot, as she whips up the winds and tips the bins over. All night long the distinctive sound of tin cans rolling down the hills can be heard. "Tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, they go.
Occasionally they are joined by the low end, the rhythm section if you will, of the wind-blown trash band: the Gallon Milk carton. It makes a different sound depending on it's cap status. With the cap on it is more of a thick bass guitar: bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp. But, when the cap is missing it has an open hallow kick drum sound. Kind-a like-a: puh, puh, puh, puh.
Can you tell I'm in a kind of Onomatopoeia mood today? At any rate, that is the shit that Inky and I have to put up with each and every Monday morning, and it makes us wonder how much respect people really have for their neighbors. "The answer my Friend, is blowin' in the wind, the answer is blowin' in the wind."