Last weekend I woke up with a slight hangover, and had an inkling to shoot some signs. So I loaded up the Holga, popped into Freshies for an OJ, then started walking down Walcott Street.
I had taken zero photos by the time I reached the end of the street, and after about an hour of travel time, decided it was time to go back to bed and watch an episode of Metalocalypse. Just so happens I bumped into these on my way home.
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