Tree Masssacres

I have overdue complaining, so be forewarned about the tone of this post.

For the past years that I lived here there has always been construction. Always. New neighborhoods that all look alike, with flowery suburban names. It's been annoying, but it hasn't ever hit close to home (not my actual home but my heart). But now, right outside my neighborhood on 1464 is the largest tree massacre I have ever seen. Everyday, about three times a day I pass by these broken limbs and these hard hearted men cutting away. All the orange spray they use to tag the trees is eerie after having watched "The Virgin Suicides." I'm getting pretty close to tree hugging to stop this madness.

Looking at this objectively, it is ridiculous to get so frustrated, but how can't I? I look at life very symbolically, and 1464 is a major symbol within it. How so? I live off of 1464, I went to High School off of 1464, and my past and present jobs have been off of 1464. And now these beautiful trees are going away for a road expansion. I say suck up and deal with the traffic.

I always laughed to myself when driving past the huge collections of trees (may they rest in peace) about how I'd get so caught up in gazing at them, or the clouds. I have a feeling that my first major wreck will be because I was nature watching. Now I just have to restrain myself from crashing into these tree killers, or from yelling at them again. The first time I screamed something at them was an accident. Words just came out. Oops. Today I kept it PC since I was rolling with Mama.

There's a rumor that some vandalism is occurring tonight. I wonder who would do such a thing?