so, the bastard stopped by the chairman's place to pick up my ladder.
that way the bastard's winter collection can be accessed when I get to the garage.
upon leaving I came across some wheat paste induced time travel or perhaps someone's Kerry/edwards leftovers.
the sign reads:
now the bastard doesn't want to disrupt the hipster dynamic or anything with any of his old man talk but,
perhaps we can move on from here. we're a couple years in now. oddly enough this is pasted to a construction site that has only ceased dormancy recently with graffiti declaring that "Obama is going to change everything".
the juxtaposition is interesting.