was walking down Hazel street the other day and took this picture in the alley between Cedar's and the back entrance to the Paramount:
writing it out more clearly, it says...
à chaque étage un amie qui m'attend
est-ce qu'on voleur?
est-ce que moi?
Well, what does it mean?
so the grammar of this writing isn't quite right. The one weird thing about french lyrics and poetry is that they are almost always gramatically correct. But is it cool to see this painted on the wall nonetheless. In a nutshell, it says:
at every floor is a friend who waits for me.
is it a thief?
is it me?
hmmmmm . . .
Who is the mystery author? And why is this in downtown youngstown?
This Bastard is With Me for Life
6 days ago
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