I have been aware for some time that junkies use the space in front of our garage as it opens onto the back lane. It is set back from the lane slightly and there is a little overhang to provide some shelter.
I regularly find Rizla papers, aluminium foil and empty cans of white lightning when I open the steel roll-up door in the mornings. Once I even bumped into them coming home late one night in the summer. This I can put up with: I assume they're from the nearby YMCA, where I imagine it is quite hard to cook up a little brown without attracting attention. But this morning I found a nasty little pool of diarrhoea right up against the door, and indeed extending down from some way up on the door itself. It might have been doggie-doo, but as far as I know they don't wipe their bottoms with tissue paper and leave it where it is. As there was no rain over the weekend it had hardened into an unpleasant patina which will be hard to dislodge until the next heavy rains. Just for once I am hoping that it will come soon.
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