Marls’ Nails

My friendster Marls shows off that the toes match the fingers. Here’s the rest of the shots from Saturday. …
After work yesterday, Kelly and I went running along the East River. I normally go down along the FDR and under the WB bridge by myself and I tend to space out while I run. Because of this, I hadn’t noticed something until Kelly pointed it out—the East River Park is really nasty. There are potholes in the path along the river that have had permanent fences erected around them rather than being filled. Much of the path is dug up for sewer repairs and the space along the river is inaccessible and occupied by indigent drifters. One of which exuded such an aroma, that it smacked me in the head when I jogged by, twenty feet away. The path remains nasty until it passes a similarly odorific Fulton Fish Market and reaches the Battery. But it still is better than a treadmill. I should have just pretended to listen to Kelly and remained unaware.