I've decided to post some pictures of the porch where Mike likes to sit for hours. When he could be working. It's actually CLEANER than it was last week. For some reason, he took down his row of beer bottles he had lined up on the windowsill.

Here's a wide shot of the porch. This is where losers go to contemplate their future. Or their next beer.



I put the paper bag out there so he would do this. Corner = garbage can!



"Sometimes, when I'm bored, I like to etch into someone else's chair."



Another shot of the porch. If I close my eyes, I can imagine that beer bottle on the stool (that has been there for weeks) magically floats into the garbage bag located mere inches away!



Why use the ashtray when the floor is straight down from my lazy ass arm?! Mmmmmm... tar..... nicotene...



As you can see, the guy is a bit messy. And the pictures really don't do it justice. If only I had "smell-o-vision"... The pictures really don't show the gray, splotchy look of the floor from his ground-in ashes. And for some reason, he cleaned out the ashtray! First time in months!