Someone is regularly salting snails on the sidewalk, near my front door. Got my bottom dollar on the elementary school kids who learn directly across from my home.
Have this one too much.
Pretending I can paint.
Anne and Andy’s cat, Momo. Sometimes I take care of her. She’s alright, for a cat and all.
I’m convinced New York City is a living thing.
THIS. MEANS. WAR.
