Turf War?

Since Nosmot andOregarus took a little mosey around my hood, I thought I'd head out to SE.




Pallets and phalluses?




I had to check out that scary ass pedestrian bridge while I was down there. I'm not sure what was scarier, the swaying in the wind or the sagging and groaning of the railroad ties the thing is built of.


As I pussied my way across it for the second time, carefully stepping and trying not to grab onto the rail that wobbles, a dude comes by riding his bike across this thing like he does it everyday. Damn.