Three things I saw on the ground upon leaving my apartment this morning:
*An empty small Trojan condom box, on the landing. Ew. My neighborhood is going to hell in a handbasket - and it ain't a Gucci bag, that's for sure. The loud people upstairs are also very foul, and in fact spent a couple minutes leaning over the railing (which is so flimsy you won't find me ANYWHERE near that puppy) last Sunday, heckling a police officer who had pulled someone over and was riffling through their car. "YO! HE CAN'T SEARCH THE TRUNK WITHOUT A WARRANT!".
It's great to have neighbors who know such useful information. And cops who ignore them. Sigh.
*The one-inch stub of a Philly blunt.
*Another penny! I am storing up luck six ways from Sunday! And, since I had my purse on my arm, I didn't even have to stick it in my bra. What an auspicious start to the day.