its everywhere, man.

i walk these streets at night, each sojourn producing a phenomenon more gruesome than the last. i've seen an intellectual eat trash from the side of the road. i've seen a peace loving flower child pissing in a buch next to her favorite late night falafel cart. i've seen better and worse but the thing that revulses me the most most is the ever present mud. its everywhere man. the way it sits on the side of the road like a low income family waiting in lawn chairs with bread bags full of stale homemade popcorn waitng for hours to see a parade that will never come. it soils your shoes and creeps up your pant leg. it waits for you to drunkenly stumble and mark you like a dog pissing on a tree. i long for the sun to bake it so the street sweepers can wash it away but whats the point...... it'll just be back in a couple months anyway.