Another slow day at the apartment...

Rolling spice like a joint? Fucktard.

Just plain wow...I thought I had seen some ghetto shit in my day, but this had to have broken into my top five.

While it is irritating enough that my upstairs neighbors liking dropping shit through and usually over my balcony, the idea they drop a couple of roaches isn't particularly surprising. But when they drop roaches of that spice/incense/hot hippie garbage nonsense, that's a bit much.

Just found out we will be without children in the apartment this evening...nice...maybe the girlfriend will get on top tonight. Wish me luck. Wish me even more luck she doesn't read this and beat my ass.

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