Yeah THOSE EXIST.
Tonight, I went up (and I mean up) to Spanish Harlem, past where Paige lived, we're talking drugs, smells, and just general unpleasantness, to look at an apartment.
As I'm walking I feel something on my foot, and I look down and kinda jump thinking I was attacked by an animal.
Nope, it was a tumble weave. An actual tumble weave. That I had to scrape off of my leg. I'm not living up there.
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