Hello all! I'd just like everyone to know that there is a bum under the bridge a stone's throw away from where we live. He has a box spring and a mattress that he sleeps on every night and he makes his bed every day. When I'm walking to downtown L.A. I backtrack, cross at the crosswalk, and then continue on my way so I don't step into his "living room" as I walk by. It's well worth the extra five minutes it takes me to get around this dilemma. It's kinda scary! I wouldn't exactly call myself used to encounters like these.

I'll go home and take pictures of our apartment today so everyone can see where we live. It's a very nice and new apartment complex called Orsini and we are the first ones to ever live in our apartment. We have a pretty pool, jacuzzi, vertual golf, tanning beds and massage, a gym, sand volleyball, an outside track and a basketball gym.