I generally hate tags & crappy graffiti in my neighborhood, but this one never fails to make me smile.
Found in a trunk I inherited from my grandparents & uncle. All in excellent condition.
Dates L-R: 8/4/1961, 11/29/1963, 2/7/1967.
This is taped on the coffee pot at work this morning. It looks like General Zod’s first attempt at writing his name when he was just a Baby Zod.
(No idea why it is on the coffee pot.)
95% of the graffiti in this public restroom was written from the perspective of Harry Potter characters.
Forget permits, I’m building a mountain retreat on my roof. Watch out, Kensington!
Today, mango sorbet!