feel free to correct me if I'm wrong of course...
Today on one of our daily walks, Archer and I (and the dogs) happened upon a man exiting his Bentley in the middle of street only to walk toward the dumpster and go through the garbage bins. He happened upon a decrepid chair, dusted it off and looked up at me.
"This shit is going to look sweet on my hillside-ranch."
"Totally! Get some," I said.
"You never know what you're going to find in the trash."
"You know it's true."
Like they say- One man's trash is a rich man with a ranch in the hills and a Bentley's treasure. What a lucky chair.
This isn't the first time the fam has happened upon a Bentley in Dumpster alley. In our last apartment we came across the *not-so-sober* Eddie Murphy. I'm not even kidding.
Like I said, I think it's an L.A. thing.