the saga continues (but i’m the only one who cares)
remember the guy who stashed contraband in his barstool then sold it? this afternoon, i noticed that the note was gone from the bulletin board and there was a single bar stool located in my laundry room (the prime drop off point for unwanted goods). my guess: the guy kept the barstool with the drugs stashed in it and tossed the other one.
oh, and my mini-rant for the day: since when do bank machines give out 50s? yuck.
currently spinning: novillero – st. cloud pride