You’ve Got Mail
Our neighborhood is a fair amount diverse. This means two things; the first is that liberal white university types with overdeveloped guilt complexes are moving here in mother-fucking droves.
The second is that being slipped my neighbor’s mail by mistake yields results that are way more fun than some dogawful J. Crew or Pottery Barn catalog:

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to run this nextdoor and check to see if the neighbors have my issue of Honky.










