I did it - BFD

Much to the embarrassment of my long-suffering but loving mate Stevo, I walked my talk. Yesterday, on a joint jaunt through our local hood, we noticed that yet again the evil polluters on Station Street put their garbage out way too early and way too public. This time, in the form of a busted up old vacuum cleaner on the sidewalk, in advance of today's recycling pick up. Recycling pick up, not garbage pick up. So, in broad daylight, I huffed said vacuum onto their front lawn. Steve suggests I may have an anger management issue. I personally think I demonstrated serious restraint by not throwing the GD thing through the super's window. Regardless, I didn't experience any retaliation today - only because my protest fell on silent ears. This morning - garbage, EVERYWHERE in front of the offending shit hole. I can't believe I touched that thing - probably full of roach chrysalis (do roaches even have a chrysalis ? dunno, but I like the word...) - and got nothing but a go-fuck-yourself in return. I hate them.