Yesterday, I left my office to lug what felt like 10lbs of laundry to the dry cleaners, and was annoyed that I had to detour across the street because of construction.  As I set foot on the opposite curb I noticed black Sharpie graffiti on the old marble building adjacent to ours. Really?  Who would do this?  It’s not a bathroom stall at the Walmart.  I hate graffiti.  But, I was curious. “Do yourself a Favore Heather Please Do Not Talk to the Wind Like it’s Something that Cases You Really Look Like And Asshat.” I continued walking to the dry cleaners, but at least I had now forgotten the 100 lbs bag…