Sleepy, sleepy me...
But I couldn't.
At the end of the night I had to do something with them because I knew, I just knew, that if I woke up and had them near me I would be a full fledged smoker once more.
So I heaved them off the balcony.
I feel bad for polluting, but I figure one of the homeless men seeking massages likely found it and decided that it is worthwhile to live at the mission on my street for a little while longer; or, at least until it stops raining free cigarettes.
In other news, a random icky looking man showed up at our door today demanding a massage. Apparently he thought we were running a massage parlour out of our apartment.
Which means one of two things: Either a prostitute used to live here OR someone thought it would be funny to make up posters with our adress on them advertising massages.
Life in the city. It's grand.
Toonses
1 Comments:
Good on ya for taking actions to kick that smoking habit.
And massage, that is a great idea! The Bad Boyz will sure be there for this, of course we will give you and your roomy one in return ;-)
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