This morning, walking out my building's front door, I just missed stepping into a huge pile of freshly dropped dog poop. Not 15 feet later, I can hear the ghosts of uttered obscenities past, as there's another fresh pile that's been decorated with someone's footprint. Between G St and L St on East Broadway, I counted 5(!) piles of sidewalk turds in various states of decay. I've lived here for almost 10 years now, and for all the Southie Pride talk people love to spout off, I continue to see examples that it's mostly a bunch of dog sh*t.
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Tuesday, August 24, 2010
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