There’s a lot of greenery behind my building which we call “Narnia.” On our way out the other day (of course my dad was in town and with us) we discovered a homeless man in Narnia jacking off to personal ads. Jim yelled at him to leave and the paper still sits in the same spot as a strange reminder. I never thought on a daily basis I’d have to think to myself, “Well, I sure hope no one is masturbating out here.”