Up early, as usual, and without a ton of writing to do, I decided to attend to some cleaning. I had a bunch of books that I needed to recycle, so I took them downstairs to a table where residents of my building can leave things for other residents to take.
It took seconds on the main floor to deposit the books, then I got in the elevator to come back to my appointment. When the elevator stopped, I got out and walked to my suite, opened the door and walked in.
I was immediately enveloped by the thick smell of marijuana (it was 6:30 am) and a vision of running shoes. Who's ever apartment I was in has, perhaps, 150 pairs of running shoes on little shelves from floor to ceiling in his/her hallway—and a serious early-morning (or very late night) dope habit plus a propensity to leave their door unlocked. It was terribly unnerving. I went immediately into reverse.
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