Oh the day wouldn't be complete without some drug addled crazy getting arrested outside my condo. The real estate agents just love it when this happens. It's called local colour.
The owner of the cafe in our building, who doesn't love it so much, called the cops over after the guy was in the van.
I think he left his booze, he said, politely pointing to the bottle at the entrance to his place, as if it was a snake ready to strike.
In terms of damage, it may have already.....
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