On Sunday mornings, the sidewalks are littered with the relics of Saturday night’s debauchery. Many times, I have gone out for coffee on a Sunday morning and stepped over champagne corks, confetti, wigs and mustaches, empty liquor bottles, and much worse. Last Sunday around noon, I spotted this menace haunting a shuttered cannabis club on Melrose Avenue.
It only looks like it’s sleeping.
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