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Toads?
Matt Luby wants his Slog privileges back, I guess.
(P.S. The wall will be replaced by apartments, not technically condos, if that’s any comfort at all.)
This is, weirdly enough, the anniversary of my dad’s death. I was actually doing ok until now.
A large format printer or a life.
Oh, I love this.
I really don’t get the hatred of condos, given that they combine dense urban living combined with retail main-street culture, and should fill all of the development requirements that you guys wish for. You will miss this blighted property every day?
I’m pretty sure those are 8.5×11 pieces of paper.
I miss my family. I’m going to go see them in a couple weeks, so that’s awesome.
I miss the person I used to be, who was a lot more optimistic and also had more money.
I miss my cats and dogs, who died many years ago. The horse too.
Not the goats though. Fuck them, they were dicks.
The bus?
Not to belabor the point – but will it really be condos/apartments on *that* wall? I recall that it’s supposed to be street-level retail, right?
the metric system?
my mum. :'(
Dubya?
*sniff*
A suicide, surely.
@4
Fucking life. I hate when it does things like that. Hang in there.
My best guess is that it was written by a near-sighted sniper.
Grandpa.
@3 I think he’s probably fine masturbating to Fox news. OK, I mean he’s not doing it now because he’s all thinking for himself and telling us about it because he’s totally about whatever. But in a few months …
@12 yeah, me too.
duh. as a photographer, I think in photo paper sizes.
also, I thought I missed my hermit crabs, until my Dad died, only one year and 1 month ago…
I miss him every day. I didn’t get to say goodbye.
this is A++ public art.
that bald guy reading it…he finally got the message
My friend David Seirda. I kept his last message on my voice mail for years. I can still hear his crazy laugh.
Ummmm…the reason I left was that you were just too damn clingy!! Now stop missing me Rose!!
Simple with a simple message. Lovely
I miss many people everyday.
@24 EXTERMINATE!
so cliche, but–my ex. we broke up almost a year ago, same day we lost our lease. everyday i miss them, our relationship, who we were together. it’s funny to be dating (multiple) other people and still be single at the same time. we’ve started hanging out again, tho, and our friendship is regrowing like the arm of a starfish, and i’m so incredibly grateful for that.
I miss my cat, Woody, who died right before Thanksgiving.
Laughing @9.
@12, 20 me too. It’s been almost 19 years and still this makes me break apart inside
It’s what we used to create. These old dilapidated buildings have become make-shift homeless dens and advertising dumps. I miss what we could have everyday.