when the world is covered in trash at least it won't be my fault.

so i'm walking along on the path by the river, as i often do, and picking up recyclables that people have dropped on the ground, as i often do, and of course the usual jackasses who have a proclivity to litter are even more inclined to do so when they're drunk so some of the things i'm picking up are beer cans. and the first two have been flattened but the third is not and in fact has some of the evil beverage lurking within it. so i dump it out (or think i dump it out) i dump some of it out ok? and proceed to pick up a sprite bottle and knock the ants off of it. and i'm walking along and i feel a wet spot down near my foot and lo and behold i've spilled beer on my pants. so now i have to do laundry (because, well, ew.) and i feel all violated by alcoholish vibes. damn litterers.