I'll tell you the perk of living downtown:
When you open your window on a clear, cloudless, beautifully warm evening to both appreciate the weather and allow some fresh air to seep into your home after weeks and months of being shut-in - you are only greeted by the stale stench of hobo urine wafting in from the side of your building that the drunk used as a makeshift toilet because he's either too drunk or too lazy to mozy down to the public toilets installed for the express purpose of providing a place for the hobo to do his business. I guess they reserve those for defecation only.
Happy Fathers Day to everyone with, or without a toilet to piss in!
A new thing - I started a new thing where I relay my husband's strong opinions about consumer products. It's called Justin's Opinions. So far there are posts about coffee...
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