Since when did my neighborhood become the dumping site for your crap? In the past month I’ve seen old mattresses, Rain soaked particle board entertainment center cabinets. This week around the corner from my house is a disgusting baby shit brown recliner who’s past life was likely the home of some inbred, mouth breathing, Hot Pocket eating, meth head. I may not live in one of the hipper neighborhoods in Portland but fuck you and the hoopty trash pick-up truck you used to case my neighborhood in the middle of the night to drop off the remnants of your piece of shit existence. Pay the dump fees like the rest of us you asshole. I hope the next dimly lit spot you choose is littered with nails and you get 4 flat tires stranding you long enough so that the cops bust your ass
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