So today there was a dead guy laying in our garbage outside the house. Well, it looked like a dead guy. Turned out to be just a manikin.

Me and Kemar decided he'd look much better sitting up on our balcony. So we picked him and by the arms and legs and began swinging him back and forth to gain momentum. We live on the second floor so the extra momentum was needed. First attempt came up short. He smacked up against the rails and fell back to the ground. The bus driver driving by stopped and rolled down the window. She was literally crying. Hmm I guess people don't see this happen too often. Second attempt was made of win. Straight over the rail and face down on our balcony.

We set him up with a slick cap and a nice chair and named him Cliff. I go out for a smoke every once and awhile and have a nice conversation with him. He says he likes stamps and rock music. I'm gonna introduce him to some new bands. I hope he likes them.