About once a week I get stopped at this stupid railroad crossing. There is a way around it, but it takes quite a while, so I usually tough it out and listen to the radio. Anyway, today one of the cars had some bright spray painting on the side. I guess some of the ne'er do wells in Los Angeles or New York or New Orleans or Notner had some time on their hands and a bunch of spray paint. You would think that the idiots who paint these things might consider getting a job as a graphic artist or something. Of course that would mean working, which would certainly take all the fun out of being a juvenile delinquent. Remember that line from West Side Story - "I'm depraved on account I'm deprived." Let's continue to make excuses for the chronically unemployed and vote Democrat.
So you are probably wondering what all this has to do with Agent Listorama. Well, he is a highly experienced railroad tourist and he has some great stories to tell about his adventures. If I knew the URL I would post it here.
I once spoke to a Grafitti Artist (spraycan moron).
I said why dont you get a job with painting and/or art involved.
He laughed and said, you dont think anyone would pay good money for this crap.
At least you actually get to vote for your President.
Imagine how it feels to have a Prime Minister that was given the job by his friend.
Come back Genghis Khan, all is forgiven.
It is my fervent hope that this capture represents a pleasant interlude in your day, a brief respite from the annoying pressures, responsibilities, and challenges of life in Texas. Remember: you were not waiting for a train to get out of your way, but enjoying the delicious moment of transportation awareness. Just one problem: I don't see "John Cross Photography" in the graffiti.