Hmm don't know what to call this.

Jan 05, 2008 - 00:40 AM PST

He walks around with a basket on wheels, a black trash bag inside. Walking, and walking he spots his next stop. A trashcan… He pulls his cart next to it and takes off the lid fumbling it as he places it on the ground. Nearly oblivious to the people around he reaches his hand in and finds a near-empty water bottle. He picks up the bottle and empties the water onto the ground, looking back he notices that his trash bag isn’t open. Turning he grabs it and spreads it along the edges of his cart as he slides the bottle in slowly.

I guess after having to do this for so long you learn to not care anymore. Not to care what people think when they see you digging through the trash to find a way to make some money. A “trash picker” as some might say, but I guess that name doesn’t bother him when he’s doing something he needs to be doing just to live. Struggling, struggling all his life to get by. Digging, digging through trashcans, dumpsters and recycle bins. How would you feel, if you had to do this? This task that is probably beneath you. You, the upper-middle class or even the middle class.

Now he walks on, along the train tracks looking for another “job”