The Magic Act

My balcony is set up so that everyone in the floors above me can see me. I live on the 5th floor. Which means that if anything falls/is pushed/ thrown off of their balconies it will most likely land on my balcony. It wasn't that bad when I first moved in three months ago, but now it's really gotten to a point where my private smoking/ bbqing area has become a lost and found.

It all started in the second week of me living here that I would find cigarette butts (that were clearly not mine because I have an ashtray).

In the second month I started getting empty cigarette packs... again not mine since I would never smoke Export A Blues. Ew.

Following that I got a plastic bag... Weird... but can easily be picked up by wind.

And this is when the items in my lost and found became obscure... A whole roll of paper towel was left on my lounge chair. An entire roll. WTF

THEN as of last night after classes I come home, eat dinner, and go outside for my smoke. I'm jamming away to my iPod when I notice A TARP! Yes, I full tarp left on my lounge chair... I understand that there have been heavy winds in the west coast recently but not strong enough to blow a TARP!

So as I'm writing this, looking out my window, onto my balcony, I see a 6 foot black tarp. I don't know what to do with it. What am I supposed to say to the security guard... "Miss... I found a tarp on my balcony... and I don't know how it got there" She'd look at me like the crazy art student that I am and ask me if I'm an alcoholic. Then what kind of a reputation would I have in the condo building? The-Crazy-Art-Student-Alcoholic-Tarp-Girl. Jeez.

And it all started with a cigarette.