the air smells like a dirty ashtray, and grease KFC... with a hint of unkept dirty dog, and oh yes... i am sitting on my back patio. that is the beauty of living in townhouses. you get a feel if all the neighbors and what they're like... and of course myself... the snotty neighbor who prefers to keep to himself.
places i would rather be then in calgary right now? the inner city pressure party
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