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Free Stuff on the Street

Putting free stuff on the street is a common way of getting rid of old junk in the city. I’ve been on both sides of free stuff on the street. I’ve left old futons and bureaus on street corners before. I’ve also scavenged through them before, like last night for instance. I went for a walk with some friends. We weren’t walking anywhere in particular, we were simply hanging out and didn’t feel like being cooped up inside. We were walking residential street and passed by the remnants of a garage sale that the homeowner left outside on the curb. There was an old TV, a bookshelf with an assorted title of books, a couple of large plastic containers, and an ugly lamp. It was basically all the crap that wouldn’t sell, so the solution was to leave it out and let passersby take what they want. And people did. My friend got himself a book about stupid things famous historical figures have done. I was tempted to take the lamp but I wasn’t going to lug it around on our aimless walk, so I let it be. I woke up this morning and left my house to catch the train for work. I passed by what was left of the remnants of the garage sale and there were only two boxes and the ugly lamp left. Then I noticed an elderly couple walking ahead of me carrying the bookshelf. Pretty impressive. They picked the bones clean. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. That’s why free stuff on the street gets such a high rating. How high of a rating? Just keep on reading to find out. You don’t have to read much more. You’re almost there.

Critically Rated at 13/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Old Lady On a Scooter

I was skating on a sidewalk downtown and passed by an apartment complex with an underground parking garage. As I was skating by, I heard a buzz and saw a sign light up to warn pedestrians that there was a car coming. But there was no car coming. It was an old lady on a scooter coming out of the garage. She pulled up to the sidewalk, looked both ways, and then started driving down the street in the bike lane. It was obvious that she did all the time, that it was her normal route and routine. She looked like a badass. It’s her city and she does what she wants. I don’t know her name, but I know that she means business. Roll on, scooter lady, roll on.

Critically Rated at 13/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Parking Spot

A parking spot is a spot where you park your car. You usually find parking spots in garages, parking lots, and on the side of the road. A parking spot is a precious commodity, especially in a big city. Drivers will go through great lengths to find a good parking spot. A driver might circle the same two blocks for forty-five minutes in a futile attempt to find a spot. A good parking spot is something to fight over. It’s not uncommon for two frustrated drivers to start yelling or throw fists over a few feet of asphalt. Earlier today I went to the neighborhood mom and pop shop to buy some groceries. The cashier greeted me when I walked in, I walked around and gathered my items, but she was gone when I went to pay. I wondered where she disappeared to and then she came running in from the street, apologizing and explaining that she saw a good parking spot open up outside and she had to take it. Perfectly understandable. Parking spots are like opportunities… you have to take them when you can.

Critically Rated at 12/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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A Snoring Homeless Guy

The other night I was trying to catch a late bus to get back to my house. I got to the bus stop with a few minutes to spare and was waiting for the bus to show up, and that’s when I heard somebody snoring. I looked around and discovered the source of the sound: it was a bum sleeping on the street right behind the bus stop. It was mindboggling how anyone could possibly be sleeping so soundly without a care in the world, especially on a crowded sidewalk by a busy street. I was actually a little jealous of him because I can’t remember the last time that I had a peaceful slumber of my own. It’s kind of sad when a snoring homeless guy gets a better night’s sleep than me. It’s not fair, my bed is way more comfortable than his cardboard box but he’s sleeping like a baby while I toss and turn. At least I don’t have to worry about getting shanked while I’m passed out.

Critically Rated at 12/17

Written, Rated and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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Dead Bird Roadkill

Mankind created the wheel and then we created roads. And then we ran over animals and started calling it roadkill. Most of the time the roadkill in question is a creature like a skunk or raccoon, sometimes a deer, and occasionally a dog or a cat. They are mostly animals that walk to get around and they have no choice but to cross over highways, roads and streets.

So if you see a dead bird roadkill, that bird either was trying to die or deserved to die. That fucker can fly over the road, safely out of harm’s way. It’s a fucking bird. It should be in the sky, not on the fucking street anyway.

I know there are flightless birds that don’t have a choice, but I think they are just being lazy. They have wings, I can see them right there. So flap them and fly, you stupid penguin.

Mama ducks parading their ducklings into traffic doesn’t impress me either. Ducks are waterfowl. They should be in the water, not playing in the street. My mom taught me that what I was a kid. The mother duck isn’t setting her kids up for success pulling stunts like that.

A bird that ends up as roadkill is a failure. It literally failed at life and got hit by a car and died. I don’t feel sorry for dead bird roadkill and neither should you. You can’t reward stupidity.

Critically Rated at 8/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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