G-Lexington
Lex. Icon. Devil.
Do you realize how much I appreciate what you do?
I'm assuming you don't know who I am. That's fine - I don't know who you are either. But I've seen your work. And I love it. It never fails to bring a smile to start off my day.
I don't go to Burger King all that often. Maybe once a week, once every two weeks, something like that. Just for breakfast, if I happen to be feeling hungry in the morning. It's on the way to work, so it's an obvious place to stop. And I almost always forget about your work, until I walk in, get my order, and go to sit down. And then I see it.
There! On the table! A newspaper. Today's, yesterday's, it doesn't matter. Sometimes it's one of the big dailies - the Denver Post or the Rocky Mountain News. Or it's one of the freebie papers you can get around town. But suddenly I get a bit excited. Is this one of "your" papers? I glance down. It is!
I don't know why you do what you do. Maybe current events have you angry, or bitter, or just full of opinions. I don't know what first compelled you to pull out a pen, and start writing things. In the margins, across the photos, next to the columns. I'm just happy you did.
This morning, in the neighborhood monthly paper, there was an article about a committee formed to look into neighborhood revitalization. You had scrawled across the top of the paper "This neighborhood has been dirty and dangerous since 1957!" I don't know what significance 1957 holds. The year you were born? The year you moved in? The first major crime wave struck? But I nodded. I sort of understood.
On the next page was a smaller article about the People's Fair. That yearly bands-and-booths thing down by the Capitol. Your comment? "Fix the neighborhood." I think I understand. You were still unhappy about the previous article, and the state of things here. How dare they have a party, when there's so much work to be done?
You do have a way of saying what a bunch of us are feeling, no matter how impractical your suggestions. I remember when Joe Nacchio was sentenced, and you echoed many former Qwest employees when you scribbled "He should be put away FOREVER" across his picture.
Your comments aren't always so negative. There was a picture of a yard, where some homeowners had planted some flowers and done some other landscaping work. "Pretty," was your evaluation. And next to a picture of two people planting trees along a dirty street, you had simply written "Thank you."
I don't know why you do this. Are you lonely? Do you want someone to talk to, so you "talk" to the newspapers in the fashion? Is this like a low-tech form of blogging, where you get to sound off on the events of the day? And why do you leave the paper out for someone to find? Was it really meant for a gay gargoyle with a somewhat odd sense of humor to find? And appreciate?
Because I do appreciate it. I don't always agree with your sentiments. But I love your forum. It's sort of the American way, where we can sound off on things. Even if it's just to say "pretty" to a revamped front yard.
Burger King Patron, thank you for making a gargoyle smile.
Lex
I'm assuming you don't know who I am. That's fine - I don't know who you are either. But I've seen your work. And I love it. It never fails to bring a smile to start off my day.
I don't go to Burger King all that often. Maybe once a week, once every two weeks, something like that. Just for breakfast, if I happen to be feeling hungry in the morning. It's on the way to work, so it's an obvious place to stop. And I almost always forget about your work, until I walk in, get my order, and go to sit down. And then I see it.
There! On the table! A newspaper. Today's, yesterday's, it doesn't matter. Sometimes it's one of the big dailies - the Denver Post or the Rocky Mountain News. Or it's one of the freebie papers you can get around town. But suddenly I get a bit excited. Is this one of "your" papers? I glance down. It is!
I don't know why you do what you do. Maybe current events have you angry, or bitter, or just full of opinions. I don't know what first compelled you to pull out a pen, and start writing things. In the margins, across the photos, next to the columns. I'm just happy you did.
This morning, in the neighborhood monthly paper, there was an article about a committee formed to look into neighborhood revitalization. You had scrawled across the top of the paper "This neighborhood has been dirty and dangerous since 1957!" I don't know what significance 1957 holds. The year you were born? The year you moved in? The first major crime wave struck? But I nodded. I sort of understood.
On the next page was a smaller article about the People's Fair. That yearly bands-and-booths thing down by the Capitol. Your comment? "Fix the neighborhood." I think I understand. You were still unhappy about the previous article, and the state of things here. How dare they have a party, when there's so much work to be done?
You do have a way of saying what a bunch of us are feeling, no matter how impractical your suggestions. I remember when Joe Nacchio was sentenced, and you echoed many former Qwest employees when you scribbled "He should be put away FOREVER" across his picture.
Your comments aren't always so negative. There was a picture of a yard, where some homeowners had planted some flowers and done some other landscaping work. "Pretty," was your evaluation. And next to a picture of two people planting trees along a dirty street, you had simply written "Thank you."
I don't know why you do this. Are you lonely? Do you want someone to talk to, so you "talk" to the newspapers in the fashion? Is this like a low-tech form of blogging, where you get to sound off on the events of the day? And why do you leave the paper out for someone to find? Was it really meant for a gay gargoyle with a somewhat odd sense of humor to find? And appreciate?
Because I do appreciate it. I don't always agree with your sentiments. But I love your forum. It's sort of the American way, where we can sound off on things. Even if it's just to say "pretty" to a revamped front yard.
Burger King Patron, thank you for making a gargoyle smile.
Lex