It's also home to some of the most idiotic graffiti tryhards.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Vic's Red Marker Pen
Ah, the local train station. An outpost on the edge of swampland and industrial area. It's about a two kilometre bike ride from home, downhill most of the way. At 4:11am there is nobody there. Except possibly me. It's a place to relax and have a quiet cigarette in the early hours before hitting the beginning of the work day. It's cold, dark and contemplative.
It's also home to some of the most idiotic graffiti tryhards.
It's also home to some of the most idiotic graffiti tryhards.
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3 comments:
Hoo, boy!
That's a job I would so love to do; going around with a big ol' red spray can and marking and correcting graffiti misspellings and grammatical errors.
What on earth were you doing there that early? of was this pre-wheels?
hey you.....are u coming to draculas on august 7th? i need to pay for tix.....
also love the shots on fliker of the mental hospital...fantastic
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