Tuesday, May 18, 2004

Bad bus poetry, part dos:

Sometimes the bad poetry is long-winded & authorized by the Metro, sometimes it's illegal and concise and scratched into the paint on an ancient electric eastbound 44, but no matter what, it's camera-worthy.

Y'all, if you don't have one of these cameraphone things, I HIGHLY suggest you pick one up. Great, great gobs of fun.

All right, I'm kinda drunk (many beers @ Madame K's) and tired of fixing typos in this post, so I'm for outs. I will, however, leave you a shot of the longest walk a drunk boy can take, the aisle down which you pinball when tipsy and changing buses in the U District...

Have fun at work, kidlins. Unca Billyhank misses you all.

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