...a spade.
Yesterday I found myself stuck on a country road as a slow-moving train crossed my path. By slow-moving, I mean that a turtle would have had a good chance of beating it in a race, and at one point the train actually stopped on the tracks -- still blocking the way to my destination. That's the point when I surrendered my desire for traveling efficiently and went another way home.
As I impatiently waited for the iron beast to pass through, I had a front-row view of its cars, and its slow speed allowed me to see and to appreciate the graffiti decorating them. Other than the typical give-that-kid-an-art-scholarship-and-get-him-off-the-streets designs, a hilarious inscription of "a-choo-chooo!" and the declarations of love for someone's mother (Look mom, I got you a train!), there was one that particularly caught my eye:
"J Street Criminals"
If you're going to vandalize, calling yourself what you are (a criminal) is the most honest thing way to express yourself to the world.
Two points for honesty, no points for respectability. Though, I suppose that was your intention.
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