


I hung out with a local garbage man for a few minutes this morning. It was a different experience than I'm used to. I wasn't allowed to ride in the truck with him so I tagged along behind him in my car and jumped out when he stopped. It wasn't so much that I was driving behind a garbage truck, but that driving behind me was the community relations manager for waste management in the area, who watched me while I shot. Who knew right.
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