Now that I have a camera phone, I can take pictures of things when I walk the earth for mile after mile after mile. This is a picture of some red licorice candies that were strewn about the sidewalk. They were shaped like little schnauzer dogs. I think it must take a very angry person to throw little red licorice schnauzer dogs all over the place.
This is a pair of purple underwear. I do not have any purple underwear, nor can I remember ever having any. Hence, I'm pretty sure these aren't mine, but I'm not positive.
This is a rubber glove. I run across these on a pretty regular basis. Sometimes it's just the one glove. Sometimes it's one glove, then a few yards down the pike, you find another. I had a box of rubber gloves but I used them all up. I never threw them out all over the road, though.
I've been waiting on this baby.
This is Used Condom Number Three of my whole life. That does not include condoms in which I partook of the use*. It just includes condoms I've passed by while loping around trying to think and figure out the world. Ever since I got my camera phone and this blog, I've been waiting and waiting for Used Condom Number Three. Finally happened. So here you go people, the Darwinian Imperative: stymied. You are not going to believe this, but I really and truly came across this baby the very next day after posting this. And I found it in a whole different part of town. I could have posted it then, but no one would have believed it.
I just thought this was sort of sad.
*I cannot figure out how to say that with grammaricular correctitude, so you just have to deal with it