To the crew of crust punks walking down Harvard Street Sunday afternoon:
You trampled my lawn, trespassed down the side of my house and dropped a huge bag of three large dogs’ waste in my compost bin. Your green plastic bag is not biodegradable and your dogs’ feces doesn’t go into HRM’s organic waste system. If you can’t manage to be responsible for a bag of shit, please don’t own three dogs. —I Left The Bag On The Curb For You

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  1. OP, wrong move. Don’t use someone else’s poor judgement to justify putting a bag of dog poop in the sidewalk.

  2. “If you can’t be responsible for a bag of shit” LOL this line alone is gold. I was into the punk scene in my early 20’s, stopped going when everyone around me started looking like they were 10 years old. I’m imagining myself showing up to one of the house parties now, as a 31 year old and just laughing in everyones face. I distinctly remember the last time I went to one of these place, I made a joke about my best friend having herpes (there was context but I forget what it was) everyone got really quiet and one guy was like all indignant, “Not cool man, some people might have herpes and you don’t know.” Fuck this, I’m out, punk’s dead.

  3. Similar to using the noble groundhog to measure winter, seeing more than one crust punk together heralds the coming of warmer weather, as they have begun their Eastern migration in order to enact traditional coin-gathering activities. You witnessed a wonderful sight!

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