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Friday, May 8, 2015

MTA

This is honestly not the first MTA inspired "vandalism" that I've seen in recent weeks. Just this year, the single ride swipes went from $2.50 to $2.75, even after various people testified at a hearing late last year regarding the burden a fare hike would have on various communities.

As per usual, the board went ahead and raised the fares. But while the price continues to swell, the number of regular delays and incidents involving the subway increase as well. The vandalism is somewhat understandable, but it would be more justified if it were in conjunction to an organized action to stabilize prices or stop any future hikes.

Now if only there were wall posts on the current housing crisis that has caused a record high homeless rate, or the fact that the Mr. Softee used to sell his addictive cones at only $1 each. If only.
 On the bright side, we might revert back to the days when the subway was edgy, and tagged up all over the place, yet was more likely to make it on time and actually work 24 hrs like it was supposed to. Those were the good days, when only two doors opened, yet the L didn't shut down halfway to Manhattan. If only.

As usual, tag me or tag your pictures with #wallprophecies if you find anything cool. I'll check it out real soon.

Monday, May 4, 2015

Bathroom Stall Blues

There comes a time in our lives when we see fit to spill our guts onto a bathroom wall. Maybe family and friends happen to be busy that day. Perhaps you feel as if they won't understand or you are merely afraid of having to hear the "I told you so" of your situation. Or maybe, it was past 12:00 am, you had drinks and you had a marker in your bag. But them all together and you have a heartfelt confession:

"October's not a good month for me. My 'plus one' has been gone now 2 years and her birthday is soon. Miss ya Tammy like a fat kid loves cake. (no offense to fat kids but that's what she used to say). We always had fun things to say."


We know the feels, bro. Many of us have been there. Just perhaps not in the bathroom stall of Barcade in Brooklyn with a sharpie marker. I really need to go there one day and see if the ex girlfriend might have seen it and responded on the wall as well. 

 As always, if you write or site any weird bathroom writing, send them my way via hash-tagging #wallprophecies. If it's weird and awesome, it'll end up here.
Happy hunting!