WINDSOR STREET WHY YOU SO STANK?

WHATS THAT SMELL?

so if  youre reading this you probably are aware that i like to run. i run a lot. and i run the same routes over and over. i like to zone out and daydream while i run, not vigilantly monitor the sidewalk, so i take the same paths and after a while auto-pilot kicks in and viola; a relaxing run. anyways about an hour in i turn off massachusetts avenue and take a right down windsor street. i dont know what is wrong with this road but it stinks. its not a forgotten dumpster type of stink either but each week it is something different. a couple of weeks ago it reeked of cat litter, last week it was a mixture of diapers and bleach. today it smelled like garbage and more garbage. this is a pretty normal street with a couple of schools and some multi family housing. there is however a large quantity of doritos bags on the ground and crap lying around so perhaps this is a clue. whatever the street is gross. 

windsor street. i left out the funyuns bags.

BALLOON WHISPERER.

i love balloons and i love finding them randomly. im not sure if i find them or they find me but here are a few.

the charles.

backbay.

north end.

balloons are mine forever.

SHIT I FIND.

so for some reason i have been blessed with the gift of being able to find weird things on the ground. i dont mean bugs and garbage but random items that people (or wizards or witches) leave behind on the street for what ever reason. a good example would be this note i found today-

i wonder what 'it' was.

or this one time i found a smattering of clothing which included black pants, a cheap black button down (mens) a wine key, and some ladies underpants and a bra. it seriously looked like a cross dressing waiter disappeared into thin air. i suspect this skill has been bestowed upon me not because i am the chosen one of the trash can gods but because i am outside a lot. i run almost every day and i walk everywhere. i am also fairly observant and enjoy taking photos assuming that anyone gives a shit about the crap i spy laying around in boston. good times!
here is a smattering of some interesting finds.

if its not broke dont fix it.

such a waste of yumminess. or is it???

straw.

babies.

fuck that mandolin.

see you next time.

i wish i would have taken that sweat shirt.

bunny friend.

my favorite thing ive found recently. 

christmas decorations.

not a nap. rip.

one point.

every time a bell rings a fairy disappears into thin air.

omens.

fat.