Walking down my street, I ran into the boys again. I waved hi and they waved back (they were in the middle of a three person game of Hide and Go Seek). A bit farther down, I ran into Corrie! We chit-chatted some, waiting for the light to change, and she mentioned wanting to get help with her printer (but being too busy lately, as she’s been working on her yard). We parted ways after the light, and she promised she’d get a hold of me in the near future.
The rest of my walk, I felt a strong part of my neighborhood, of my street. I know I’m prone to being a terrible hermit, and I’m happy to be getting to know those who live around me (albeit slowly).
This house contained the very first apartment I had ever looked into, on first coming to Chicago. At the time, I thought the price was way too much… but in hindsight it was quite reasonable. Coming from Columbus, I wasn’t fully adjusted to the rental rates here.
No idea what this is. Just dug the graphic.
A not-so-secret garden.
With sass!
Some people would say that it’s intimidating to see a warning sign written in a foreign language. Me, I’d say it’s intimidating because of the skull and the fucking lightning bolts shooting out of its eyes.
A general FYI.
Oh, GOD do I love it when I see this particular phrase as graffiti. Such unbridled anger! Such unbridled, unfocused anger that is willing to take anyone and everyone into its angry circle.
This was written on a fence, just outside an elementary school.
