Oh dear…this is my front yard. Well, it was before my house was evicted from our beautiful Victorian on 21st Street. We had to toss our condiments in a fury and the recycling junkies spilled a bunch of stuff on the sidewalk in the process of scavenging. We didn’t clean it up because, well, who the fuck cares. We got evicted after all because they sold the house for a cool 900K. RIP 2624. This and the sawed off stop sign moped theft on the corner will go down in MissionMission infamy…
Oh dear…this is my front yard. Well, it was before my house was evicted from our beautiful Victorian on 21st Street. We had to toss our condiments in a fury and the recycling junkies spilled a bunch of stuff on the sidewalk in the process of scavenging. We didn’t clean it up because, well, who the fuck cares. We got evicted after all because they sold the house for a cool 900K. RIP 2624. This and the sawed off stop sign moped theft on the corner will go down in MissionMission infamy…
This is incredible journalism — incredible readership.
Caught!
Those pickles still tasted fine, by the way.