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The best part of today


It's almost scary to think about how simple it is to bring a smile to my face these days. New apartment is cool, but my work situation continues to fuck me in the head (bluntly said).

I had scheduled a work-related appointment for this morning, which I probably should have re-scheduled due to the fact that I'm currently off sick. But I waited too long and decided to go anyway. Blah blah blah, long story short, it has do with the company Christmas cards and the fact that we (i.e. the company where I'm currently employed) make a donation to an organization in lieu of an actual present. This year, we decided (when I say "we" I mean "my boss") to make a donation to the FABRIK. People in Hamburg know the FABRIK as a place where concerts/events of every kind are held. However, they also had youth support programs going on for about 38 years. I had gotten in contact with their PR person a few weeks ago and they invited me to come and view the premises and get a glimpse of the work that they do for the community.

I accepted.

Backing up, I have to tell reach back into the archives of the Frosty-Raven relationship. When we first met, Frosty was never without his trusty fat tip marker, which he would use to tag any and everything that he approached. Now, it goes to say, I am not anti-graffiti. I am, however, anti-running...and, in particular, anti-running away from cops. I am a minority and...well...that should be self-explanitory. Sometimes I think that if I weren't a person of color then I'd be much more open to a life of crime. Just kidding...or am I?

At any rate, my only rule was that if he were going to run about tagging all sorts of buildings and houses....that if he got caught...I would deny knowing him.

I know, it's a beautiful foundation for a relationship.

But fuck it, I'm not going to spend an evening running from the po-po.

So whenever Frosty got the urge to whip out his sharpie...I just kept walking.

The thing is now that we don't live in the same city, I still have a pretty good idea of where all of his tags are (at least the ones that haven't already been removed).

When I see them, for me it's the equivalent of hiding post-it notes around the apartment for your partner. Except instead of limiting yourself to one domicile...it's all around the city. I'm pretty sure that wasn't his original intent, but that is the effect it has on me.

Like I said, for the most part, I know where all of the tags are. Most of the tags within a 1km radius of my former apartment have been removed, so it's always a surprise when I find one elsewhere.

This morning, I was on my way to the FABRIK. During the day, the main entrance is closed and you have to go through a back entrance. I've been to this location maybe twice with Frosty both times through the main entryway. This time, I had to go around the back.

Needless to say, I was quite surprised while climbing the stairs to get to the offices rooms. One of the first things I saw, was one of his tags.

It gave me a good feeling for the rest of the day.

Lame post, but I don't care. It was just the little bit of awesome that I needed.

Brrrrrrr! (inside joke)

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lebrookski said…
thank you...i aim to please ;-)

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