i smoke cigarettes on the stoop. brian is eight. he jumps on my cigarettes and destroys them every time i throw them on the sidewalk. he also sometimes buys cigarettes for his mom. he carry's them in a brown paper bag on his walk back from the bodega. i did not believe him at first. i realized it was stupid not to believe brian because i used to go to the store and buy my mom cigarettes at his age also. this is the most interaction Ive had with a kid since i was a kid.
we got a new roommate named spencer, and he came with a new dog named silky. i like the dog much better then the cat that is here.