Drawing on the Wrong Side of the Brain

Just back from walking the pups, a daily routine up and down the hills of Southside. This is a beautiful neighborhood, rather like where I came from, Land Park in Sacramento, CA. Add some serious vertical and take away the best ever 9 hole golf course, and it looks like home.

There is, however one glaring and disgusting difference. I have wondered hundreds of times, what is the gain/thrill/purpose of throwing a Bud Light long neck out a car window and smashing it on the sidewalk. I would guess, that at lease 9 out of 10 smashed bottles are a BLLN. One day, we took a particularly long walk around the side of the mountain, and headed down almost to the J Clyde (btw 2 and 3 miles). I counted 99 broken vessels, and quit, realizing it was beyond counting.

There must also me some sort of kick from tossing out your fast food remains, but y'all seem to drink more beer than consume shit food. The dogs don't mind the burgers nearly as much as the shards of glass in their paws.

Then there is the alley behind my house, which also borders some of the most expensive real estate in Bham, Glen Iris. There are several apartment complexes, that just make it under the number of units to require them to have a dumpster (although I doubt that'd make any difference). The crap along the alley is enough to make me blow buicks. Diapers, cans, pizza boxes, bottles of all kinds, lotsa packaging and even a Fleet enema ~used.

What is the genetic/organic origin of this? Is it something lacking in a person's reasoning, or something extra, that makes this ok. What is it that allows a person who has eye sight, a nose, and a brain, to just throw their garbage any where they want. Could it be an extra lobe in the brain, a missing lobe in the brain, a tumor caused by toxins, or just plain ignorance and laziness.
I think I will do some research, perhaps interview them if I can catch them. Anyone have a flip camera I can borrow?

Enough to make my mama rise from her ashes and smack me in the head.

PS~ will actually read to find out how to lay out photos soon. xoxo

The children made me do this.

Just back from the beach, a week without interwebs or television or any other communication with the outside world. Read a couple of books, walked in the sand, golfed, and played beach volleyball.
Wondered how many tweets and facebook posts I'd face when I got back. Millions. Didn't miss them for a second.

Decompressing is scary and wonderful, necessary and tiring. Ruby and Ned Kelsey are chicken soup for all that ails ya. Buddy the great blue heron makes you just stop and sit and watch.

A bike ride to the bird sanctuary; 9 holes of golf along the shore with a cart for $17; a walk among acres of sea shells on the west end of the island; the 'Estuarium'; eggs & grits and an oyster shucking operation in Bayou LaBatre. A quart of 3 minute old oysters for $15. Add some vodka, lime, sriracha , some rock and roll....and the week comes to a wonderful end. Back in the 'ham now, unpacking, resting up, laundering, wondering......what in the hell I am doing. Back to HCR infighting, John Edwards narcissism, Limbaugh racism, NBC taped coverage of the Olympics, complete void of real journalism and political coverage, and a totally impotent Congress. Black wall....black wall....black wall.....visualize Buddy and the pink sunsets of Dauphin Island. Heart and soul felt thanks to Dave and Michelle, for a magical trip.