I had some time at the end of the day so I wandered down the parkway to Point Breeze. The lake was calm and inviting for early April. I took the time to walk out to the end of the pier and enjoy the view.
The first thing I noticed was a beautiful Pepsi bottle floating in the flotsam. Then all the plastic swirling deliciously in the backwater. After that, I kicked a fully rigged rubber worm with my foot. It slid quietly into the rocks out of sight before I could retrieve it. -dammit- The old styrofoam worm boxes were a joy to behold, resting among the rocks. At least there was an old shoe and what looked like a shirt down there. Ah, fashion!
When I reached the end, I got a great look at a big ball of used fishing line lying on the path. I know that art is there to behold, and we should keep our hands off, but I just had to put it in the pocket of my hoody and take it.
I hope the museum guard didn't bust me.
Epilogue: There's nothing I like better than picking up some other "sportsman's" bullshit.
The first thing I noticed was a beautiful Pepsi bottle floating in the flotsam. Then all the plastic swirling deliciously in the backwater. After that, I kicked a fully rigged rubber worm with my foot. It slid quietly into the rocks out of sight before I could retrieve it. -dammit- The old styrofoam worm boxes were a joy to behold, resting among the rocks. At least there was an old shoe and what looked like a shirt down there. Ah, fashion!
When I reached the end, I got a great look at a big ball of used fishing line lying on the path. I know that art is there to behold, and we should keep our hands off, but I just had to put it in the pocket of my hoody and take it.
I hope the museum guard didn't bust me.
Epilogue: There's nothing I like better than picking up some other "sportsman's" bullshit.
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