Smells

I’d say I’ve smelled some­one smok­ing up in down­town Cleveland at least six times since I start­ed work that­away. Usually on Ontario right be­fore Public Square, but once I smelled it oh so briefly, on the bus, on Carnegie Bridge, right above the Cuyahoga.

I think the neigh­bor­hood skunk or one of its prog­e­ny has made its way to my neck of the woods, many morn­ings when I leave it smells like a wood pussy has been near­by.

I’ve been us­ing a health-food-es­que de­odor­ant for the past year, just a stick of salt, but I had to buy some chem­i­cal­ly en­gi­neered stuff for post-gym odor­if­e­roc­i­ty. This stuff is called “Ice Dive” but smells ex­act­ly like a grape­fruit.

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