dumpster diving

the bums crawling through dumpsters of cast-offs from the thrift stores.
i always imagine as i walk by them to get to my building, that they will turn and approach me, dirty needles spilling like darts from their pants pockets.
and my key will get stuck in the door like it always does when i want to get in quickly.
at all hours of the day and night there are people at the dumpsters, pawing, clawing, crawling right in and loading up busted up cars with the loot.
druggies with mental health problems.

i am so focused on my disgust on them it hasn't occurred to me before how lucky i am to walk by them, go inside, be warm and safe.

this town is all black and white, stark contrasts.