every morning while going to work, i go past a building which has bright pink neon lights in its lobby. Gives me a very Kubrick circa-Clockwork Orange vibe, even though the overall neighborhood is as bland and -probably- safe as a butter knife. Some people just have the weirdest tastes, not that there's anything wrong with that. Or maybe that the neon thing is going to come back in style soon, and this is just a harbinger of things to come, in which case, I gotta find those tennis compression shorts (influence Agassi '91 baby) I used to rock oh so proudly on the courts.
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