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Duck. Duck. Crackhead.

As I was running my errands this morning, I noticed a man slowly shuffling his feet. In the middle of the street. Stopping morning traffic. Ok, no biggie. Crackhead at 7a.m. It IS a big city, after all. And with that, comes all kinds of crazy that can ensue at any -odd- hour of the day, or… Continue reading Duck. Duck. Crackhead.