I was walking down San Pedro St, just having crossed 6th, and en-route to 5th, when I stepped over some neatly folded newspaper, I took a few more paces and then stopped. for some reason I had not stood on that folded piece of newspaper. my curiousity went on auto pilot. I went back and unwrapped the paper and this fucking filthy ass crack-pipe was all bundled up and still in one piece and now in my hands. good job I had my shoulder bag with me, unfortunatly I had to carry it with me for the rest of the afternoon, but, I got it back safe for a photograph.
I guess you just never know whats in a nicely folded piece of newspaper on the ground in the street.
