The lesser of two evils.

Let's see, what frustrates me more: cleaning up someone else's filth, or living in someone else's filth?? I'd say the latter.

So, I clean. I clean the leftovers in the yard from the pinata, all the red cups, the cigarette butts and boxes, the empty cans and bottles, the empty wrappers, and the overflowing trash and recycling cans.

Fortunately, cleaning serves as a release for me--but next time, I certainly wouldn't mind a little notice before there's a huge party at my house that would compel me to lock myself in my room.