Whether it's young love at the all you can eat Pasta Barn, or going Dutch to the Sweet Potato Barge, I'm glad the schmucks from upstairs have moved because they never could figure out when garbage day was. A broken desk still sits in front of our place after a week and a half of roasting in the sun along with unpacked boxes of rotting food. Good riddance to bad rubbish... except for the end table that I stole.















