Butt Out

I drop my stuff off in Brooklyn and head back to Manhattan to meet up at T's place. We go by Whole Foods to get a growler of Springboard, a rye ale.

The rest of the afternoon is spent catching up at his place, chilling on the balcony. It's a good time.

NYC is crowded, and here's a bizarre thing I would not have thought about until I saw it. Ever wonder what happens when a lot of smokers throw their butts over the balcony? You get that white-looking corner over there.

There's also a cat a few windows over, sitting on the balcony ledge, oblivious to the drop less than an inch away. That must be nice.