"the garbage guy"

everyday, on my walk to and from the subway entrance, i pass by this storefront home. it looks like someone's attic of personal storage except it stores rubbish. it looks like a garage sale except the items are pyramid piled and not lined up for sale. it looks like an unkempt outdoor shed for broken landscaping equipment except the broken appliances are blenders and typewriters hidden behind the columns of rubbish. it really just looks like a store front garbage dump.

the man that owns the shop is apparently worth 200M NT (~$6M USD) and his job is to collect garbage. however, all he's ever seen doing is sitting @ his corroded wooden table, tucking his greasy long grey hair behind his ear, drinking gao liang and watching his 1989 13" tv. he's got a bunch of stray dogs outside, a black and white one, a few black ones, and a few more others that i felt sympathetic for until they almost attacked my toy poodle, niku. he's just recently added little black and white puppy to his stray dog collection, which i want to kidnap and take home.

there's money in garbage, but that doesn't mean you have to live in it?