Over the many Mental moons I've spent blogging here, one of two things has happened: either my neighbors have gone crazy at an alarmingly rapid rate, or I've just begun to notice their quirks more, in a way that only having to write about something interesting every single day will do to a person. Luckily, my phone takes relatively decent pictures, so I'm usually ready when weirdness strikes. In case you've missed the saga, here's a little bit of what it's like to live in Venice, California:
Child labor laws aren't so strict
That is, at least, according to flyers like this one found on a telephone pole down the street. Still not sure how many parents took the bait on this one, and if so whether or not they ever got their kids back. Hope so!