Dear Jerks Who Trashed the Beach Last Night,
My intention this cool Sunday morning was to walk my dogs to the beach and play freely in that magical time between night’s quiet and day’s activity. There really is nothing like early morning at the beach…herons, eagles, sea lions…
I’d like to thank you for smashing your glass bottles all over the place. I really appreciate it. We got to quickly scamper around trash piles, hoping to keep our feet from getting cut on glass. Thanks for the relaxing morning walk.
When you live in a place of exquisite natural beauty how do you decide your best option for empty beer bottle disposal is to smash them? You have now endangered numerous animals and increased pollution in the ocean. Not to mention, there are teams of men working to clean up your crap at 6 in the morning. Really? Is it really someone else’s job to clean up your mess?
One man I ran into down there sighed, “We used to drink down here, sure, but we packed everything out.”
A kind soul working to clean the area told me, “It’s like this every weekend. It gets worse every year.” And then with sadness, “I just don’t understand it.”
Because of your need to prove you were the craziest last night, your beer bottle smashing has contributed to the desecration of my beautiful natural world. I’ll be sure to have my grandchildren thank you for your mindlessness.
