12:00 AM the place just got filled with some weird smoke that could be marijuana. Or has a component like hemp ash in it, which is found in most recipes in ninja book Bansenshukai. These guys will never give up. Can open this file and search (press simultaneously first CTRL than F) for the word hemp which appears 42 times.

I went to take pictures of the mound that i plugged earlier and got completely knocked out. No sense to use cement, the temperature outside is too low for solidification to occur.

Nothing comes with flash, this one is done out of hand with 1 second exposure time. Flash flattens everything, reducing it to 2D.    

The filter is slowly clearing the room, there was a big amount. Before i knew all theses i was just sitting and inhaling the smoke and getting confused.

But there was a second hole i plugged earlier, i expect that one will pop again soon.

12:36 Went back outside, clear crisp winter air with a bit of soil smell replaced the thick coal like (with some mineral sulfur) smoke earlier. Inside is better but the smell will linger for hours. 2:30 Another mole gasser

4:45 It was (still is) smelling like dog poop. Went outside, found one and threw it. Just after i washed my hands i had a hunch and opened the door and i saw a guy (probably) though he kinda had the body of a woman @40, rather tall, with two dogs, one gray with dark patches, one brown, he turned his head and took off and i was kinda like hypnotized, lost the chance to go see where he goes (as per management suggestion).

So i went and looked, they were two fresh ones in the area where the first was (so they keep the areas refreshed with poops no matter what), one of the same type, went inside to grab a bag, a guy just arrived with a car next to the area, waited for him to go, another one moved his car, went and found 3 more, two from the same dog, one different,

While i was picking it, i saw an Asian guy looking angry coming at the mail boxes from the direction of office, there is nowadays a car always parked on red curb next to the boxes, he was parked behind, a green small SUV.

Then as i was crossing the alley to go to the bin he accelerated uphill skidding with the studded tires or simply to show anger and parked at the furthest entrance of the building D, where the so called veteran lives. Always bald and short, i saw over the years several guys playing the same role, with the same woman who looks like a Hungarian writer or Rosie O'Donel.

This guy parks on the red curb in front of mail boxes, in everybody's way for days or even weeks now.