Yellow House, No Spitting
The sign says, “Spitting on Sidewalks Prohibited.” I’m pretty sure the irony here is that that house is chock-full of chew-filled gobs. I don’t know if the guys residing here change out, but they always seem to be a mix of hoodlums, skaters, and ags. There’s some kinda pitbull hanging out sometimes, and an Aussie others.
They whistle at girls when they pass.
And this photo manages to make this house look a lot cooler than it is. Something about needing landscaping. Poor, underappreciated rental.