scrawl raze someone scrawled the briefest of screeds on the thickset neck of a traffic light, advertising a yard_sale without offering their address. the penmanship made "sat 10:00-2:00" look like "shit-ass" to my tired eyes. now every time we drive past that gas station i think, "there's the shit-ass light." i wonder if anyone ever made it to their modest bazaar — if they even wanted to be found. 230627 what's it to you? who go blather from