Dannie offers the milk to me which I turn down. Chocolate milk isn't my thing. We talk for a minute about what to do with it - to pass the chocolaty goodness to someone else or to just throw it away.
Finally we had decided on the milk's fate. The thump as it hit the bottom of the trach can echoed in my ears. I walk away trying not to cry for the half bottle of chocolate milk whose future now lays in the hands of the imfamous trash men like the other forgotten things going to the dump...
only half gone then tossed...
[...Back To The Madness...]
