Pictured below is a smattering of this week's collected drug baggies from the 43rd Avenue overpass. There were a few more that I threw directly into the trash because I was just too disgusted (though one bag was discarded by accident; it had a 4:20 logo design, maybe a special from this past Wednesday-?).
The local elementary school's crossing guard says that she sees druggy losers selling on the 43rd Avenue overpass in the afternoon, when the kids get out of school. Great. According to her, the popo don't carecare because these fine tradesmen are "not threatening anyone."
So I am off to patrol the avenue myself. If this blog is no longer updated, it probably means that I was stabbed in the head by one of our 43rd Ave entrepreneurs.
Peace!
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