Literally.
To burn something, one does not need a permit here, I assume. I think it’s a pretty safe assumption given the fact that it happens so very often.
There’s garbage at the side of the road, someone wants to get rid of it. The garbage men aren’t picking it up because it’s no longer in bags because the dogs or cows tore them open. It’s now just strewn garbage. It’s making a mess, it’s unsightly, and it probably smells.
So what’s a person to do?
Burn, baby, burn.
Unfortunately, this time, it happens to be oh, twenty feet from my open window, and I get the joy of breathing in smoke. Yay.
