I read the story of the super glue and the door in the customs and remembered it.

A small own experience. It was literally a few months ago.



Since I was a child, I don’t like when people bite, throw rubbish, cigarettes, bottles there.

and different. Especially surprising to see this work of adults,

Teaching is useless. How do you explain to a 30-40 year old man?

Is it a pig? Especially if neither mom nor dad could do it.

You have to act spontaneously.



I walk with the dog, in the evening, the ordinary yard of the cartilage, fitted with shells.

Next to one of them is a man, the father of a blushed carapuse, and a faithful man.

The husband of a screaming aunt with obvious signs of a trade worker. Closed

The car fought. Suddenly an empty bottle flew past my whiskey.

The head of the family, heated by a quarrel, decided to throw the rubbish out of his house.

The columns. The bottle sadly whispered and rested on the chest of empty bottles and

The rest of the tank, accumulated suspiciously carefully near the Swintus garage.

As I said before, it makes no sense to explain something to such people.

At age, debility becomes a chronic form. The evening stopped.

to be mature, a plan of revenge.

Late in the evening, wearing gloves, taking a super glue, I started to

The art...

What an acoustic in the squares of crust! At seven in the morning, everyone woke up. manly

Oral like a veal, he powerlessly forged with thick fingers intentionally.

frozen bags and bags, bottles and newspapers. Red eyes and so on.

Foam in the mouth I have never seen, the shell was with a caly, so much

The "strong" garbage was glued to the line of the door. He opened the door for a minute.

After 30 years. And the shell still looks like a new year tree.

The garbage is no longer visible.