Ever heard the expression "Try walking a mile in my shit"? Well, this has finally applied in a literal sense. If you didn't know, I walk to work. The trip is like, 4 miles (usually) with really long blocks. So anyways, it wasn't raining much last night thankfully, but something did catch me off guard.

I get to the second to last block before the bridge crossing and notice there's tons of foliage on the floor. I thought it was kind of odd due to the trees being really bare and leafless, but it was probably due to the strong winds from the storm system my area's currently being hit by. So I'm listening to my music, drinking some Arizona, dreading my way to work. I'm enjoying myself though, due to the wind feeling nice and brisk and the clean atmosphere thanks to the rain that went through that area hours before. I notice that there's a BUNCH of leaves on this stretch of sidewalk. I was about halfway to the crosswalk before the bridge and I noticed that there was horse crap on the sidewalk. I remember there being some before, I guess some of the local peeps have horses and walk them through that area. But as I kept looking, the horse shit just kept going without end. I look back and notice that the horse shit continued in both directions as well. It was a fucking mile of horse shit.

I know that horses can piss and crap and still trot along merrily on their way (thank you horse carriage experience).

I was kind of amazed. I mean... damn, a fucking mile? Did the horse drink some Mexican water? Did the owner feed it high school cafeteria lunch? Did they stop to think that the beast they were riding on just took a shit on a mile-long stretch of sidewalk? Is the horse emaciated to the point where PETA would want to strangle their owner?

Well, I guess that makes for an interesting... memory. I walked a mile in your shit, señor caballo.

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