Ok, I have to admit.  When I saw this scrawled on a cable box near the river in London, I thought of one particular person.  No names, but out of everyone I know, a single individual, actually a friend, came to mind.  I chuckled to myself before I snapped the shot and kept walking.

Later that night when I downloaded my days photos, I started to feel guilty about it, but I never deleted the picture.  I kept it, I kept looking at it and kept thinking about this one person and kept laughing and then feeling guilty because I hate to think of a friend in such a manner.

Now, this friend isn’t completely innocent.  He is the guy who in a game of laser tag would follow, maybe even sneak behind you and then call your name, only to shoot you point blank when you turned around (if he didn’t shoot you in the back first).  But alas, that was the nature of the game, and I can’t fault him too much for that (even if I almost pistol whipped him for it).

That’s the story of how some graffiti reminded me of a friend who lives really far away and I haven’t seen or talked to in a long time.