Sunday, February 21, 2010
Tagger: Note to Self
I spotted this tag in a little-used doorway in Port Angeles this weekend.
I'd spent the morning digging a new hole for an ailing tree, then couldn't manage to evict the tree from its too-shallow home without doing residual damage to the roots. So, I cleaned up and headed into town and spotted this graffiti on Front Street.
The parenthetical makes me laugh. Plus, if you're running out of ink, why waste more ink saying so?
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Check out my new video, a brief reading from a story published this past spring in Opossum.
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