Strolling along Fremont toward my bus stop on 46th Ave N, I saw this solid mass of text stapled to a telephone pole.
Still being a dead-tree, text-based sort of human, I naturally stopped to read it.
Strolling along Fremont toward my bus stop on 46th Ave N, I saw this solid mass of text stapled to a telephone pole.
Still being a dead-tree, text-based sort of human, I naturally stopped to read it.