Diary of the "Sewage Tank"

Dear unforgettable diary,
Today I have witnessed a fragment of my abuse through a boy named Noah Underwood. I know so because he had parked his mountain bike on one of my outgoing pipes. My day started off ordinary, I woke up to find the Coral Queen leave the dock and then two hours worth of sleep until it comes back and goes back out to sea. It normally does this at night time however it takes round trips to other places before they "gamble" out on the water. Here, is where I come in. You see, I was made for one purpose only: a prop to use as Captain Muleman's scheme. This old cheapskate saved money by illegally dumping sewage water into the mesa instead of pumping it off his boat into the tank (me) where a truck comes to pick the waste up. He acted like he was dumping the water into me so that he wouldn't be caught after a local taxi driver declared that he indeed was dumping the sewer water into the ocean. But when no one listened to that goon, he went out and sank Dusty Muleman's boat and now, the police have him locked up in a jail sell off of Highway 1. This man happened to be the father of Noah and all his kid was trying to do was prove his innocence by witnessing Dusty in the act. It was about 12:45 and I ass getting ready for bead when I heard a commotion in the bushes. It might have been my keen hearing skills for the bald guy that was hired to guard the ship at night had no idea that anything was happening, in fact, he was asleep in the front seat of an old family sedan that was parked on the dock in front of the boat. I soon found out that the boy had sneaked onto the boat after a police car pulled up and the bald guy was searching frantically aboard the hip for the cause of the poker chips being spilled all over the deck. They must have been blind because as soon as the bald man went on, Noah got off, took his bike and a piece of my rusted container, (as a piece of evidence of the illegal dumping I later guessed) and peddled off into the darkness of the forest. Although that piece of rusted metal didn't contain any liquid into the holding tanks, I even so seemed to be very fond of the pieces apart of me.