I have no problem with runners. As long as you say excuse me, not at the point where you're at full speed directly behind me, but when you slow it down and allow me time to move to the side. I run too assholes, but I have the common courtesy to not scare the shit out of people if they're walking their dog. And if you have to take a shit behind a tree, can you try to give yourself distance from the trail? Why is it my fault my dog wants to sniff your ass and munch on your feces? Leash my dog... they let you off a leash.
Spot on with this observation of downtown Portland. Can I not step on shit passing through Pioneer Square? I'd like to spend my lunch hour eating and not scrubbing the feces off my shoes.
Don't get me wrong, I'll help my fellow neighbor get back on their feet, but I'm not about to contribute to some shitty neck tattoo on some asshole who's all junked up on bath salts. Why is it my responsibility to take care of you if you can't save your handouts for a clean shirt and bus money for an interview? If you're down, get your ass up and get your shit together.
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