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I see a cool motorcycle.
And a weeping willow (at one of the apartment complexes I visited).
As always, I see trash.
I miss gum, especially watermelon bubble gum.
I miss nuts, too, mainly cashews.
I see that one of my neighbors cares about pet odors in her apartment, but not about a trash-free environment.
I see more neglect.
I see things that have been discarded and I wonder why.
Seriously, WTF? What is it, a roast? I’m like, what could have happened? Why did this huge chunk of uncooked meat end up in my path? What is the universe trying to tell me?
I see McDonald’s is still as popular as ever. (Photos taken on the same day.)
Between a rock and a hard place.
My figurative selfie.
My literal selfie. (Still having to wear a hat to cover up a really bad haircut.)
Here I am photographing my obsession with my neighbors’ trash.
Seriously, dirty diapers?
In case you can’t see, this is a rug in a tree.
It’s official: My neighbors have really bad taste.
Caffeine, come join the party!
How sweet, a Caffeinated Couple.
Graffiti here, graffiti there, graffiti everywhere.
Pretty colors… I wonder how many people choose a brand by the colors?
Not sure the fire extinguishers work, except as an ashtray.
New Mexico’s state symbol should be the tumbleweed.
I’m like, somebody misspelled “retornable.” (Turns out, it’s Spanish.)
Hey, Francisco, if you’re reading this, when are you coming back?
During this walk, I saw these notices on every door (most of which will end up on the ground as trash):
Think about it: The apartment complex hired some young dude to tape this notice to every tenant’s door. (Ran into him, he seemed nice.) This underpaid dude sees all this trash and all these broken rules, but that’s not his problem. I would be shocked if any tenant had ever received a fine.
Eviction Update:
When I went back to my first choice for a new apartment, I was told they had nothing available. I thought, couldn’t you have told me that when I visited the first time?
So, I put in an application for a different apartment on Wednesday, but no approval yet. I don’t know why it’s taking so long, as I was told the approval process would only take a day. I’m worried about what my current landlord will say. I’m worried about… a lot of things…
And now I have to go out again tomorrow (I mean, today) and find another apartment… and soon we’ll have a President Drumpf…
Life sucks, said the crow.
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