August 4 04

(or neighboUrhood for my Canadian friends out there)

Last night when i was on my way to pick up Sarah, I saw the neighborhood boys hanging out on the street – this is normal, they are always there, slacking. This time, though, one of the boys was talking to someone who was driving a car. The driver-side window was open and the guy just unzips his pants and lays his goods right there on the open window. Holy crap.


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