An Art-Sharing Scenario That Wasn't Shit

I biked in the rain-ish cold to Hotel Cafe in Hollywood last night — located a bathroom that either most people don't know about, or else they prefer to be seen standing in line outside the other one — and found this gem of a sticker all by itself on the shiny silver container reserved for us ladies' personal and private "time-oh-the-month" refuse.



Pretty hilarious I thought. So I texted it to a streety artist friend of mine, who sent me this back almost straight away. Weird!