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If I put these, these, uh, boxes in the garbage can, there's
nothing wrong with it? Right? I'm really not sure where to
put them. I mean, they've been lying there for like, a
couple of weeks I think. They really begin to smell bad, I
think. Hmm... I'm not sure. I mean there are those sacs in
them. Those, those black sacs, and they're filled with. Hmm,
I don't know. I should really get rid of them.

I've been lying here all this morning thinking, this place
smells bad. It really does. I mean... and this, this has
never happened to me, u know. I wasn't sure what was I
supposed to do. That's like, I don't know. I mean I've been
this way for a real long time now and I... I... I realized I
can't live like this anymore. I mean, with all this garbage.


But you must realize. The last time I've been there, it was
a mess. Man, it was a... I don't know how to explain this to
you but I really I... I really don't wanna go there. You
see, there's this big Garbage can. All you have to do is
open it up, throw the sacs in, and close it. And then you
have to get out. And everything is fine, but I... I really
don't wanna do this.





During the first couple of days, it was fine. I mean, it was
really fantastic. But then it began to kinda stink, you
know. It looks very tasty when you serve it on the plates
but when you store it for a longer while, it really begins
to stink, you know. And it kind of - filled the house. I
mean it FILLED the whole place. You won't believe the space
it takes! I think I'm about to reach the point when I
really... can't store it anymore. I mean I have nowhere to
put it. I mean... I've been putting it in my bedroom but,
damn, it gets really uncomfortable. I mean, I have to go to
the toilet just to masturbate. And it's my own house I'm
talking about here.

And then, you know, the smell. It's really kinda, smelly
like... I don't like it. I... I can't stand the way it
smells... like... yucky. I... I have to do this I. Damn.

I'm taking a deep breath now. No. It's not such a good idea.
Well, I really gotta get down right now. I mean, I can't
live like this anymore. I can't live with all this garbage.


I know what I'll do. I'll put the heaviest box with garbage
sacs in the doorway. That'll do. Hmm. Let me see. Oh, shit
that's some heavy stuff I was throwing in here. But then I
never thought I'll carry it. I mean I knew I'd have to carry
them someday. But... Damn.

All the smelly juice is on the floor, my jeans, and my
shoes. It's all dripping. But I keep going. I really don't
have too much time for it now. I mean, there must be a way I
can do this without getting myself all wet but, damn, I
don't know how to do these things. I mean, I'm not a girl
and it's like, girls stuff. Girls always manage to throw out
garbage without getting wet. I need a girl when you think
about it. Hmm, I'll go get me one after I finish here with
the garbage. Shouldn't be too complicated.





O.K., just a few more steps... now here's the tricky part.
Let's think: Open it up, put the heavy sac to block the
door. Get in, open the garbage can, and stick the garbage
in. And get out. Smooth, easy. Now let's go.

Open it up.

Opening. Wait. I need to lay this god, uh, oh, heavy box.
Uhhhhhhhh. Yeah that was good. Done with the heavy box. Now
open. Hmm, where did I put the keys? No keys? Oh, you don't
need keys. Man, it's been so long that I forgot it. You
don't need any keys. But it's a pulling door. Oh, damn! Why
can't I just push? Now I gotta move this box again. God!

So I opened the door. What now?

Lay the box at the doorway.

O.K., checking, checking. This shit is heavy.

Done.

Now, go inside.

What? I have to go inside? Crazy! This is crazy. How am I
supposed to go inside? One leg, then the other. It's really
not that complicated. But, oh the balls. Hmmm, I'm not as
flexible as I though.

Then the other. Now open the closest green garbage can.
Yuck! It's stinky. And it's full. Damn! O.K., the next one.
Stinky too, but less full. Great. Now let's throw them sacs
in. One by one. I grab 'em. Put 'em in the big ol' stinky
garbage can. What a beauty. I think I spilled all the juice
on myself. But when I lift the sac I find out here's more.
Fantastic. Now for the last one. The - What? Not again! No,
no, no! It hasn't happened again! Where's? The box? The?
Door! No!

O.K. Chill. Calm down. It slipped a little, that's all.
Nothing to worry about. Just grab the door knob, press it
down, and push. I'm inside so I need to push. That's it. I'm
going to open that door. It's going to be O.K. now. Just
grab the door know - press it down. Push!

Not again. I can't believe this. O.k., now, breath. Ewe! Not
a good idea. Don't breath. Just push. Grab, press, and push.
Shouldn't be too complicated. Now let's try it again.

DAMN! Why can't it work? Why does it have to happen every
time? It's been a month! A Month!!! Nothing's changed. Every
fucking time I go to this fucking place I end up locked
inside! At first I thought it was a kind of a sick joke. I
still do. But it began to get real serious. I mean the last
time, it was like... I spent the night here! I'm not going
to do this again. No, no. This time I'm not going to stay
in. I'm going to break this damn door... I'm going to -

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!!!!!!!
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!! SOMEBODY!!!!"

Deaf ass holes!





It gets dark. I can't believe this. Why? Why me? Why can't
nobody come and throw the garbage? I can hardly move. I hear
voices. Wait... I hear something. It's...

"Uhhhhhhh!" It's on my... fuck! Yuck! Get off! Get off you
fucking- ! "Phew." Gee. I... I... I sounded like a girl.
Damn. It's a good thing no one heard me now. Gee. Oh no. I
hear something else right now.

It's Mr. Gate. Oh, Mr. Gate is coming to throw the garbage
right? I really don't want him to see me like this... But...
Oh no, he opens the door.

"Hey! Hey, help me... get..." He opens the big dark garbage
can. It's the full one. I try to get up. I... but... DAMN! I
can't... I... I can't move! No! Harder, try harder. He
throws the big black sac at the full garbage can. I... Let's
try this again. Oh, good. It... it feels like standing
but... farther... let's get out, get out of here. Here's the
rescue I've been waiting for.

Damn, he looks scared. Mr. Gate is scared? Of me? That's
news. He... oh no... no! he pulls me. I'm lying again. Now
all my clothes are filled with the sticky fluid. Damn! He
bangs the door after him as he takes off. It's black now.
It's all black now. It's all...





There are people here. I hear it. Ouch! It hurts in the ear.
They are moving something. The garbage cans. They are moving
the garbage cans! Is it true? I open my eyes. It's white.
Damn. It hurts again. But now it hurts in the eyes. Should I
try to get up? Or... I don't know. This place kinds stinks.
It feels like... like I'm being pulled. It's... strange. The
ground hurts against my... my... Oh no... My ass. I... I
don't like this feeling. Uh uh, I don't like it. That I
know.

I'm floating. Floating... in the air. Wrapped in...
something... It sure smells bad. Something smells very bad
here. That something is I. Among the rest... of the garbage.
I'm being carried. I... I'm not sure how I feel about it
I... I'm in a god damn garbage truck. I'm... I'm taken with
the garbage. I... I don't know. I don't like it. But I can't
really get up now, can I? Hey, can I get up?

No.

O.K. So I'll lie down like this. I... I think I'm beginning
to get used to the smell here. Sure smells like home now.





Home. We're home. Hmmm... Bottle. Bottle. Green bottle.
White bottle. Beer bottle. Soda Bottle. Where? What? Where
are they taking them? Oh, there! Hmmm... It makes sense now.
There's a huge garbage can in the right corner. They throw
the bottles inside it. There is a sound of more bottles
coming from inside. Now papers. News papers, toilet papers,
notebooks, milk cartons... they are collecting papers. I
know! The second can from the right! Yes! That's where
they're gonna put it!
Glass! Now the glass! Hmmm. I'm beginning to feel better
now. There's more space here than at home. And less garbage.
But something... something is not right. I... I still don't
feel like I'm belonged here. I... I don't knooooooo!

They carry me now. What? Where to? I don't see no can here
named - Useless. What? Where? Useless. They throw me into a
garbage can named Useless. It's a huge can. There are more
people in it - and some rotten bananas. Nobody eats rotten
bananas, not even the homeless. That's kind of... I mean
there are more people like me there. Some of them smell even
worse than the rest of the garbage. I really don't know how
I feel about it. I... I also think there's really nothing I
can do about it, is there? I mean, if they put me in the
garbage, and throw me into the Useless can, and I can't
really move (now can I?), so there's really nothing I can do
about it. And there's no point to dwell over it if you can't
help it right? That's just being useless.

Still, there's something about it... I'm wondering? If I'm
with the useless, what will be of me?





Bodies. More bodies. It's hard to breath. No... it's
impossible to breath. It gets warm. I hear something.
Moaning I think. Or is it screaming? I'm not sure. It burns!
My legs! My hands! My hair! It burns! It's... It's...
Flames!

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!" There's no one to hear
that. So there's not really a point in trying to yell,
right? I'm thinking... I don't really feel good about
this... being in the Useless can and shit. I... I'm
thinking... This whole story is not going to have a happy
ending, or is it? I... I don't know. I... It's kind of
useless... thinking, that is.







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