K & J Bottle Depot

morning has broken.
you know, after one of those nights; where the alarm clock is not enough to snap you you of it, but an actual CPR is required to come back… alka seltzer, a psychotic’s cold shower, a cigarette, a cup of joe, the smell of the fresh air.
the place is covered with booze bottles and fond memories… a long night of laughter has ended, now the sunshine is bright, it is warm, yet crisp.
call work, gotta call work… tell them to go and f. k themselves, and you do not want to be ”that” anymore anyhow. end it like a champ. failed with satisfaction, one more time… they would understand right? it is summer time.
i can totally nap in crab park, enjoy the day rolling on grass, just like the wild cats do… all day long with fresh forms of buzz and euphoria…
but first things first, gotta empty the living room from my savings of beer bottles. time to go to the bottle depot.
this particular one is in my neighborhood. what are the standards of an ideal bottle depot? honestly i do not have a clue. what does it take to run a recycling center, what are the basics? i guess they are doing fine? i mean it is a recycling center right? the mecca for vegans and suzuki…
i had a vegan friend last night at the party, blabbering about, eating more beans, so one’s poop would be firmer, it would cause the chain effect of using less toilet paper, which conclude in helping to save the rain forests of Brazil. I am sure he said Brazil. But why Brazil… hmm… self note, do not invite vegans ever again, they are very intolerant due to lack of proper nutrition, as well as painful to listen on most occasions…
anyway, this place reminds of the bukowski novels. the down and out.
they have redecorated, still smells of piss. i do not mind it though, it is one of those, ”it is, what it is” situations. as well as you interact with a lot of the ”failed in life” type, but still has some hope and trying to make that extra cent. still some fight left in them, small but there kind of thing…
they are fast and efficient, and to be honest, doing something really useful for the society and the environment, not like that vegan boy from last night, all theory… however all the bitchin i do, they both are more helpful than i will ever be for our beautiful city.
I use this bottle money to buy lottery tickets, if you must know. so far, no luck.
go to this place, do something good for what we live in. i am going to bail out for a nap, may be debate the ”silent T” at the end of the french pronunciation, and how it leaves things lingering in the air… hmm… is that how did they come up with the term ”cool”?, because everything is vague with a ”i don’t care” attitude dosed with silent letter T? i don’t know yet, but soon to figure out.
oh, i would wash my hands after a visit to this marvelous bottle depot. before the new set up, they had the normal tap that supplied water for a questionable cleanse, but now they have the sensor, so it does not work…
of course if you don’t mind the occasional pink eye, you do not have to, by no means.
good bye.