Can you guess where I am?
Not a junkyard.
Not the porch of a frat house.
It’s the alley behind my apartment building.
That’s right, I can’t get a blue recycling bin there, but I can get a toilet and a couch. That’s practically a furnished apartment, if you round it.
It must be the height of plumbing season in my neighborhood. This is the second toilet spotted outside of a bathroom recently.
Barely twelve hours later, I spotted the remains of someone’s office rage on the sidewalk:
Needless to say, reminiscent of: