Today’s discussion includes The Knife and Rite-Aid.

How could I possibly, and much more importantly why would I, make this stuff up?

Not far from where once laid a discarded Toshiba computer tower, there is a knife. The discarded computer once laid in what it is known as the Parking Strip, that area between sidewalk and curb. The Knife lays across the sidewalk in a patch of bushes and ivy, almost actually touching Rite-Aid. This is a real knife, not some hybrid Spork type-a-thing. The Knife is caked with a substance that is apparently either chocolate cake or the offal of a brownie tray.

I have hunch that the old man morning drinker, the Jewish Community Center and The Knife are somehow connected.