Lobster tails

I think I really do need to start describing some of the things I see here in South Beach. Right now for example, I am sitting at a bus stop having a glass of wine after working two shifts today; first as a busboy, then as a waiter. I find bus stops to be pretty good places to sit unmolested. It is Saturday night, and there is a pile of partial lobster corpses on the ground in front of the bench. There is a 50 gallon clear plastic garbage bag, empty, behind the bench. It looks like someone found a bag, or was given a bag of discarded lobster parts from a restuarant, and shucked through them here. Let's see, no claws, that makes them Florida lobster.

One reason homeless people get a bad name is that they often leave their trash where they create it. Since what they are consuming is usually discarded to begin with, they just sort of move trash around. And people who pay taxes pay other people to come and pick it up. So by a stretch, homeless people generate jobs. Police, medical, mental health... wasn't it Ronald Reagan who kicked out the chronicly mentally ill from the state institutions? Or was it George Bush? Someone did it, and now there is a clear subpopulation of "mentally ill" homeless persons who move trash around.

Earlier there was a good breeze, and I watched a used condom roll down the street. Pink. Don't know who used it, what gender, with what gender, or how long ago, but it looked fairly dry, so I would guess Friday night, not tonight. It will eventually make its way into a storm drain, into Miami bay, and maybe to the Atlantic where it can interfere with the lives of fish and coral. Unless someone picks it up in the morning.

Watched an afluent woman jogger yesterday freak out about a homeless guy deficating in an empty lot. She asked me if I saw it. I couldn't from my vantage point (at a different bus stop, having my morning coffee), so she was momentarily incredulous and jogged on, and hopefully told her friends about it at work, or that night, rather than stuffing it down inside herself. I actually did see him eat his breakfast, and amble off toward the lot...

Just a couple of the seedier things I enjoy watching, just to keep it interesting, and real. Sleep well blogland, everything is exactly as it should be, and we are all doing exactly what we are supposed to with what we have at this exact moment. Tomorrow begins a new day, and we all have a chance to make our little corner of the world a little better. What else would you want to do?