This letter is not about Adam Schiff, James Rogan, Oakmont, flags at
half staff or school violence. This letter is to address what lately
seems to me to be an epidemic. It is a letter to my fellow citizens who,
in alarmingly growing numbers, are throwing cigarette butts out of their
car windows.
Assuming you cretins who regard this as acceptable behavior can read,
or bother reading newspapers, believe it or not, the world is not your
garbage can. You have every right to smoke, as you do to put a
half-loaded revolver to your chest and repeatedly pull the trigger, but
unless you're comfortable with a stranger urinating on your carpet,
kindly confine your toxic waste to your own property.
It doesn't just go away. It collects in filthy heaps where it works
its way into storm drains and eventually to the ocean. It causes fires.
Birds and wildlife build nests and feed on it, and above all this
completely disrespectful, mindless habit makes our city look like a
third-world slum.
If you were raised by animals who encouraged living in filth, I
apologize for my criticism, you must have a lovely home, but for the rest
of you who are so repelled by your addiction that you can't stand to
dispose of it properly, littering is against the law, it's an expensive
ticket.
Cigarette butts are litter, and your practice labels you as trash,
just like your offerings to the street.
Gary Durrett
Glendale
