story time!

i once stole one of these from a frat party but it wouldn't fit in the cab so i was forced to leave it on the street corner.

i like to think that the subsequent groups of people who happened to walk by this palm tree just sitting on the corner or 64th and 9th continue to tell the story. and maybe people stopped to take photos with it?

see, i like to excuse my delinquency by imagining that my bad deeds somehow are for the greater good or bring joy into the lives of others.