Night wandering

So, just over a week ago fellow wanderers and I went wandering through Toronto late at night. And we, oh so innocently, came wandering down a quiet, upperclass street called Lewes crescent, minding our own business, admiring the pretty houses. When we hit the corner house, number 20. Whose front of the house was all glass, and whose owner owned a rather large screen tv. And on which TV was SKANKY PORN, for the world to see. As we stood there, in shock, aghast, ... I, the brave soul that I am, went up and knocked on the door!

Then ran away.

But, I wrote an anonymous letter that said:

Dear Pervert,

If you want to watch dirty skanky porn in the comfort of your own home, buy some damn blinds. Noone wants to see that shit.

Sincerely,

Night Wanderer