Yes, it’s true. Every day these hoodlums lounge about the steps of my building. When they get that yen, they scurry back to Crack Corners to have a quick smoke-a-roo, then it’s back to loungin’- chillin an illin. S’cool, man. Or is it? If there weren’t any children, not a single one in this building, then that sort of behavior would be tolerable; however, that’s not the case at the Pointe.
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So yes, I am like Mrs. Kravitz on Bewitched, clutching my pearls and calling, “Abner! Abner!” Or the Reverend’s wife on the Simpsons, “Won’t somebody think of the children!” Note that she clutches her pearls, just like good ol’ Mrs. K. So smoke your stuff in front of your own building, if you don’t mind.