The Hoboken Guy

As I stroll down east of Hoboken to begin my morning commute, I’m usually greeted by nuggets of dog feces in all different colors, shapes and sizes, either nestled on the once poop-free pavement or camouflaged on the green grass. At first, it didn’t bother me as much. Then it had to happen. I noticed a faint smell of dog poop, looked down and realized my sneaker soles were covered with doo doo.

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