Discovering a Horrible Truth while Dumping the Rubbish By Joe Hakim

Moved into this new place- another momentary sanctuary, it's in the town centre -no wheelie bin, so I didn't know what to do with my rubbish for the first couple of weeks. At first, I undertook late night stealth missions, taking my bags to other people's bins, but it was getting ridiculous- I couldn't be arsed in the end.

Eventually, I rang the council and they said: "Just leave your rubbish outside early Friday morning and it will be picked up." All this time darting about like a garbage ninja and all I had to was leave it outside my front door...

Anyway... I finish work in in the early hours of the morning so I'm usually awake drinking and smoking when they collect the rubbish.

This morning as I'm pacing up and down the living room, I hear the truck pull up and the men get out and when they lift the bags all the empty bottles clink and clank - the chime of the morning bells. Throwing the bag in the back, I hear one of them say: He likes a drink this kid, dun't e?

Copyright © Joe Hakim 2005

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