And so after consuming the icy yet sticky popsicle, I looked for a trashcan, and there was none. So I walked along the block and I found evidence of trash cans that were filled in a bygone era. I could technically use them, but the wrapper would gain new life and blow through the population like a butterfly on the wind. This popsicle wrapper was too heavy a price for the sticky goodness. I regret accepting a free lunch.

I prefer to wear the trash, so nobody can see me…