Remember back when we were in elementary school, one of the first assignments the teacher gave us upon walking in the door was to write an essay titled “What I Did On My Summer Vacation.” Back then, mine were pretty boring. I mean, how many different ways can you say “Same farm work this year as last year. And gonna be the same next year too.” But now? My how times have changed. Do you doubt it? Read on, if you dare.
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Some of you have seen this already. Others have not.
Here are “after” pictures with a year’s worth of malfeasance / neglect.
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OK, this is where it starts to get a little more interesting. The following were painted on the walls. Let me say that again: Painted. On. The. Walls. My question is this: What could be so bad that they thought to cover it up with purple spray paint at move-out time? An obscene thought bubble? An erect phallus? A MAGA hat?
I know, I know – my own murals need work.
Something to improve upon for the future?
I suppose so.
Now please excuse me.
I’ve got work to do.
It’s my summer vacation after all.
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Rental info is here.
Comparable for sale a block away, here.