Chicken Bones

The street nearest me with the least amount of chicken bones tossed on the ground is Lafayette, between Nostrand and Marcy. Ok, you're probably wondering A) Why do I know this, and B) How do I know this.

Moving to New York and being unemployed has left me more open to doing different things for money. This week I'm walking my fellow community member's dog while he is out of town. And I have to walk him on the streets in my neighborhood.

I had visions of when I used to walk my dog as a young girl. It would be so relaxing strolling along, getting to know the streets and people of my neighborhood; right? Wrong. It is more like watching Moby every second so he doesn't eat chicken bones off the street, then choke and die. I knew the streets in my neighborhood weren't exactly clean, but I never realized how many chicken bones are tossed all over the place. And I don't even want to mention the carrying the plastic bag and picking up doggie poop.

But what can I say. It's a living.