Monday, October 12, 2009

The thin line between a homeless man and my roommate.

Dear blog,

I think a drunken crackhead slept on our porch last night! I may be wrong, but there were several large bottles of what appeared to be "The champagne of beers" still wrapped their ratty brown paper bags greeting me as I left for work this morning.

OH, RIGHT! That wasn't a crackhead at all! It was my lovely roommate!

Thank you.

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