Thursday, February 09, 2006

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there's this house on the corner that is like a place for rehabilitating addicts of some sort. the people who live there are ALWAYS standing outside on the porch or the sidewalk and they look at you when you drive or walk by. there is no privacy. you have to either look at them and acknowledge them somehow, or act like you dropped something and are totally busy and occupied. they are friendly, but i get tired of having to say hi or whatever. people always think you have to say hi to them.