words will never do this enough justice

As the title suggests, these words will never do the justice that this deserves...but i will try.

Its a cold day, even though its supposedly the 2nd or even the 3rd day of spring. goddamn liars. i saw snow flurries today. but on with the story. me and my friend marcus just got out of class. its our fire safety in building design and construction class a.k.a it sounds really hard but it is such a waste of time. so we just finish taking the test, which took all of 13 mintues to complete, and marcus decides to call his roommate to come pick us up. come on, its cold out, theres flurries, we just took a test, our minds are mush. ok, so we're lazy. so we go out by the door and wait for his friend. by the way, this was the conversation they had on the phone (he told me after he hung up)
marcus: "hey man what you doing right now?"
friend:" nothin really why"
marcus:"you wanna come pick me up from my class?"
friend:" ya, let me put some pants on"

mind you, this phone call occurred at roughly 5:30 pm. i can only wonder why he did not have pants on. but lets not get sidetracked.

so we're waiting inside by the doors, which are all glass and whatnot. so we're talking about what a joke the class is and shit. then out of the corner of my eye, i see it. i look over at marcus, he sees it too and is ready. this ragedy looking black man (good description i know) is walking towards us. but he doesnt come in the doors. he calmly walks over to the ash cans (not sure if thats the right term, but the cans that people put ciagarettes into. they have the gravelly shit in there. you all understand right??) so he goes to the cans and starts sifting through the discarded butts. hehe, ya i just typed out butts. and to my astonishment, he picks one up, then another, and another and puts them in his pocket. then he walks to the other can and does the exact thing. now i'm not sure how things in Akron work, but in Chicago where i'm from, i've never seen people do this. me and marcus are stunned by this mans blatant disreguard for anything. he surely had to see us staring at him. he surely had to know that other people had already smoked those. he surely had to know that he was going to get maybe 2 puffs out of them. but it didnt matter to him. so after snatching a good 6 used cigarettes, he calmly continues on his way oblivious to our horror-stricken faces in the windows.

i can finally say that i can die a happy man. until you have seen a man steal, no not steal. no one wanted them anymore, he took them. until you see a man take used cigarettes from an ash thing, you have yet to live my friends. and thats the good word. (last line stolen from the Colbert Report)