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"Please DO NOT throw soda cans in our garden sir!"
The woman was vicious and had been eyeballing Jane since she turned left at the corner stop sign. Welcome to New Yawk City. The community garden was discrete. Hidden. Unimposing. Subtle, like an old house. And yes, there was green. Jane really had no idea those weeds were a garden. This all made the wave of guilt a little less tragic. Of course littering into a garden is foul (almost as foul as that nasty aggressive woman), but even more foul was this new heightened awareness that so many "special" beautiful gardens already exist all around us (i.e. Jane) and some of us (i.e. Jane) are just too stupid to take a closer look at 'em. We are so foolishly programmed to be looking out for that next filthy trash can. Too jaded to see the value of life's simple things, and too convinced to buy and sell our hard earned dollar on another empty commodity. Empty is a key word in this blog. There is extreme value in those things that are simple. Like an old house, there is no price tag for what that simple thing may be carrying inside of its soul.
Oh well. Crying is for the weak. Time to blow money on another can of diet coke. stomach grumbling. buuurp. ooops! Damn that woman was a real bitch. bye.
