Meat--?

Virgil/Lexington, E. Hollywood

So the cookie was eaten, the toast was not, and someone added some purplish hunks of meat, along with a couple more nuggets.

AUGH! My fingers! What happened to my fingers!

Sunset, near Bates, Silverlake

I've been following the life--or is it a death? I don't know--of this bag of fingers over the course of several days. I knew that no one would pick it up and put it in a trashcan, myself included, but I didn't know that it would end up being so abused. It has been kicked, ripped, and today it was smashed on the sidewalk, the ketchup and grease soaking through the bag. Now that it's raining outside I can only imagine its suffering.

Lasagna? Ravioli? Spaghetti Marinara? Who Cares! Mold!

Hyperion, near Sunset, Silverlake

This dirty container, formerly known as a pasta dish, sports a chic gray fuzzy mold spot on its right shoulder. Green and darker green mold of a different variety spot the bright sexy red sauce crusted on the sides. I want to lick it. Please let me lick it.

Ye Drunken Vomit

In the parking lot of Ye Rustic Inn, Hillhurst/Russel, Los Feliz

Ye old belly emptying. Ye old heaving out the scotch. Ye old oatmeal doon't make a much of a leht naht snack. I'm not sure what accent that was supposed to be. Scottish/Irish/Italian, I think. If all I had to gauge a city's drinking with were the piles of vomit on the ground, I'd say L.A. has had a binge week. There has either been a whole lot of celebrating something, a whole lot of mourning something, or a case of giardia going around because I have seen ridiculous amounts of vomit (more to be posted).

Bit of Cookie and Bit of Toast

Virgil/Lexington, E. Hollywood

It has been awhile since my last post, and I apologize for taking so long to refill your disgust bucket. I'm starting out mild today, and working up to the really gross stuff. Just because I haven't been posting, doesn't mean I haven't been photographing. If you remember, last week the offering circle had one single, not-so-nasty cookie in it. Well, as you can see much of the cookie was eaten, and then a few chunks of toast were thrown in. Please note that the kalamata olives are still in the circle, after all this time.

Splendor-er in the Grass

Monroe, near Lexington, E. Hollywood

This dirty diaper is one of several dozen dirty diapers gracing the lush grass of this vacant lot where I take my dog to run around. Creating and updating this blog has forced me to think quite a bit about humanity. Why are we so filthy? Why are we so careless? Why do we think it's okay to take a pile of dirty diapers and dump it in a vacant lot when there are countless dumpsters in countless alleys throughout the neighborhood? I understand the concept that the lack of ownership creates a lack of care, because if there's no personal investment in a space then the space can--and will--be trashed. I understand the concept but I guess I don't really understand the behavior. Someone will have to one day clean up these dirty diapers. Plus, it's fucking disgusting to watch my dog roll around in your baby's shit before I can catch her.

Splendor in the Grass

Monroe, near Lexington, E. Hollywood

This ancient jar of vaseline has been out to pasture for quite some time now. The jelly inside the jar is so old that it has crystallized along the sides. I imagine that it was angrily tossed over the fence one night when a jilted lover decided it was no longer necessary to jelly things up.