Roadrunner Twice

The blighted wreck across from my window is the scene of some fucking action lately. First there was an outbreak of sweet graffiti,* which coincided with lots of nighttime shenanigans, and now the cops are popping a huge boner over that thing every night. Then whoever is in charge of the thing started some program of damage control, probably because they were forced by the city or something, and now most of the graffiti is badly and fugli-ly painted-over and they've got Dudes in there every day mucking the place out. Anyway, the upshot is that starting at 8:00 every morning, it's rare for a minute and a half to go by without bringing a huge, amazing, bone-jarring crash from that fucking dump. It bears an uncanny resemblance to the sound of someone throwing toilets, plate glass, and office furniture out of a third story window into a steel dumpster!**

So yeah, I'm spending most of my time at cafés and the library these days.

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* I didn't get to show y'all the huge banner they sprayed across the top north-facing edge of the building. Very Jet Set.
** BECAUSE IT IS.