After being discarded, this peel was treated roughly by the unforgiving Los Angeles traffic and a poorly maintained street. Although disgraced and reviled, like an impoverished princess in ragged finery, it still wears its bright blue sticker, that distinct emblem of quality, reminding us of its proud heritage, and that once, not so long ago, it was a fine, ripe piece of fruit.
Last night I had a dream about a cursed photograph. This morning, I found this nightmare lying in wait next to my car. Fortunately, the day got better from there.
They weren’t even ripe yet — still green and stringy. Whoever ate these must have been desperate. But desperation is no excuse for reckless littering.
This thinly disguised peel tried to blend in among the other debris on Vermont Avenue back on July 14. I hope I cast a shadow over its sinister plans!
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