There is mud all over the streets that becomes carcinogenic dust when the sun dries it out.
Dead frogs and rats flattened in the night.
Even the cats won't eat them.
Breathing is a rare pleasure when the rain clouds pass.
The Man in the Moon flips you the bird whilst you piss in the gutter as a motorcycle passes and you wave at them with your hand not in use.
You are sober, horny, and hopeless.