This is the public phone I use if I am calling home. It's the one that almost got me killed by a firetruck, rushing to a fire around the corner (see last entry). The phones here are colour coded. These green ones are used for local calls. Most of them have the capability to take phone cards, but the crappy old ones only take coins.
There are no storm sewers here. Instead, they just build the drainage system right into the edges of the sidewalk. Occasionally, one of the cement blocks gets busted by some hooligan and you can see right into the ground. It's kinda cool, like looking into a wound, but with none of the gore. I wouldn't normally mind, but this particular hole is in the worst possible place. I spend entire conversations trying not to fall in. God, I wish someone would patch the damn thing up. In the meantime, I have been throwing my litter and odd bits of junk I find during the course of my day into the hole, in order to fill it up. I think that it runs beneath this entire block, so I'll have to drink a whole lot more canned coffee to make a dent.
I don't have a proper chair in my room, so on the sunny days, I like to sit here and look out the window until it gets dark. There's not a whole lot to see, as I am off the main road. Sometimes I get bored of looking at the back of buildings and whip out a book. I'm currently on the final book of Lord of the Rings.
I should probably get a cushion or something. The hard metal railing is murder on the ass. After about 30 minutes of sitting, a deep red welt forms on the soft flesh and takes the rest of the day to go away.