Dearest fuckwad, you are so what is wrong with humanity. We watched you walk by with your little dog—he had to poop, something dogs will do. You took out a bag and picked up the poop—YAY—then you transformed into a prime fuckwad by putting the bag into the branch of a small tree by the Esso on Robie Street. Thanks for preserving it and displaying it for all to admire. —People Can See You