I walk from my home to work, the route weaves me though downtown. As I approach Central Avenue and cross the street over to Jannus. I watch as the birds feast on discarded pizza crust from the evening before and as the delivery trucks drop of product for the Sunday brunch crowd. In passing Ringside I notice the sidewalk is littered with cigarettes, plastic cups, discrete plastic baggies, and filth.
I turn the corner on to central and walk up to 3rd street with each step I feel less empathetic towards the humans who fill these spaces at night, and with all this waste I see it is inevitable. We will one day destroy this planet.
I wonder when the geniuses of the world concoct their potions of gas and fire to send creatures of this world to distant places do they look down and see a sidewalk filled with cigarettes.
and I ask are we cancerous? I ask, although I don’t want to know the answer.
For how does someone stand plaintiff and defendant of their own trial?
Walking briskly up central to 4th street I am embraced with a smell of freshly opened beer cans followed by regurgitated pineapple pizza. I come to a stop at 4th street and a man calls over to me “mijo” correctly identifying my ethnicity. He then asks me for a dollar, to which I declined rationalizing my decision by telling myself that I would not enable this man to continue his addictions.
As quickly as I judged this unknown face, I retreated in myself asking who am I to judge what a person does with money I kindly depart with?
My walks ends in irony as I stop at my place of addiction.
Brew Delicious where I am served up a hot shot of caffeine.
I am left feeling disgusted at the mess on the street and with myself for thinking I am better than someone else because I have and that man does not.