This is a sign that I saw while walking somewhere today in brooklyn... I think it was North 8th'ish... maybe.
Moving on, I definitely don't want to be the sort of person who takes "gritty" or "urban" or "poignant" photos but I guess it's too late for that and really it seemed like a neat sign at the time and sort of still does, and it was much neater than all of the other stupid things I saw, except for maybe some old indian man in a full lycra biking suit who was chewing on a cigar that, from the looks of it, I imagine he'd been chewing on for the past ten years or so.
Sadly I didn't get a picture of him because he kept saying "No habla ingles" whenever I approached him... Which now that I think about it is almost a sure sign that he wasn't, in fact, indian at all... but probably something else... something involving spanish talk...
Hmmm, this is truly a tale as old as time.
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