|The smoking man, Day 9.|
Then, about 10 minutes later I decided to try again. So what if it was past 7:20! I felt like such a rebel, breaking my own self-imposed rules. I looked out the window, and there he was, the "smoking man." There is this guy that lives across the street and he consistently comes over in front of our apartment to smoke...even after being asked not to. Mostly he sits on the bench our neighbors put out front and puffs away. Other times he has been known to lie upon the grass and smoke, propping himself up with one arm or flat on his back gazing upwards to the sky.
|My best attempt from 7:20 pm, a pile of matched socks.|