That, my clothes, my winter coat and my journals, were about all I had put on or stuffed
into plastic garbage bags and carried off.
Not exact matches
She wanders
into a dense forest and finds three white
plastic garbage bags sitting in a clearing.
Ania and I went to buy bread and in one block's distance we saw about 15 tales of insanity, drug abuse and poverty: a homeless man with one leg shooting up on the pavement; an old women dragging 50 filthy
plastic bags, vomiting
into the sewer grate; five tranny hookers sitting in a hotel stairwell, wearing nothing but g - strings, making cat calls at the passing traffic; a crackhead walking in circles, talking out loud to no one in front of a fruit stand; little boys, none older than 11, all huffing shoe glue out of black
plastic bags to get a 10 - minute high; and a group of plump ladies sorting through
garbage in the street, looking for old produce that can be re-bagged and re-sold at discount prices.
Birthday parties are a lot of work for parents, so I understand the desire to simplify, but I can't help feeling horribly guilty whenever I slide a dirty Styrofoam plate — piled with food scraps, a crumpled paper napkin,
plastic cutlery, cup balancing on top —
into a
garbage bag that's been set out for this purpose.
Nearly all the pieces of
plastic are recognizable — pens, straws, water bottles, cutlery, wrappers, condiment
bags, bottle caps, and food containers — except they're the dirty, used, cracked, abandoned versions that many of us leave on the ground or toss
into a
garbage can as quickly as possible.