This was also taken on my very drunk day at Chris’s last Saturday. I guess this is what a gutter in New York looks like: cigarette butts, bottle caps, and dirt. If this were my apartment and not a boys (which I did point out to them), I would make myself a little herb or flower garden in there and have lovely fresh aromas waft out of it all day. But alas, it is not mine to do with as I please. So it will remain cigarette butts and bottle caps.