Summer brings out the best and worst in people. I say this because it encourages a closeness and a feeling of sharing that no other season really allows - apart from a huddling 'round the fire at Xmas. It also encourages a brutish selfishness and disregard for other people.
Bottles, cans and chip trays were lain strewn about the beach unconcernedly by bastards of a seemingly untappable degree.
The people were most probably wholly out-of-towners who have no regard for our city's well-being. Why aren't they made to pay congestion charges for clogging our roads? How can we let them get away with defacing our city without making them pay in some way? How can we let them get away with it, full stop?
Relax, man, it's summer - don't be such a stiff. Get a bloody backbone! This is your country. More importantly, it's our city. It's my city, and I happen to like it. Dispose of your trash properly or take it home with you.
Adam and I chatted and mused on life, death, love and our non-existent love lives. Summer - the time for myriad gorgeous girls. They all terrify and invigorate me at once. They all inflate my male urges and calm me at once.
Why must people be so careless and horrid? I feel sick to my stomach, but in the morning I'll awake with a renewed sense of hope.
In the morning I'll feel the sting of a body purging itself of alcohol. I'll feel a shagpile. I'll feel befuddled and bitter. But I'll go down to the community scheme. I might go to the beach and maybe I'll help to clear the litter if some poor, glorious buggers haven't already done it. I'll fight with inveterate compassion those who give little thought to consequence.
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