The water twirled and tossed him while the rain came down and the Hundred Acre Wood got floodier and floodier. But the water couldn't come up to Christopher Robin's house on high ground. And that's where everyone was gathering.

A city block, chock full of empty heroin bags, used condoms, dirty diapers and expired bus passes. Sewer grates, straining under the weight of quarter water bottles and wrappers from cheap snacks and cakes.

royal purple:

Hope you don't think I nosey-parkered because I didn't.