If while cleaning out the apartment you're moving out of, you find a fresh sharp stashed in that cupboard, a broken rubber tie in that corner, a small pile of torn bags under the sink, more stashed freshies in the other cabinet, and a whole bundle of NYC's finest along the framing of the coat closet.
Why the fuck do I hide things like that and then forget? Especially when I LIVED ALONE?!? I'm that kind of junkie, I suppose....
Also, if you regularly have to clean the bathroom mirror because there's constantly new marks from where your head rests when you fall asleep standing up.