Fresh Paint
The elevator was out last night, which was fantastic timing as it meant I got to carry my skies up six flights of stairs. I was carrying my tennis racket as usual and realized I looked like quite the "Tennis Pro" stereotype. Anyway, this morning after moving my car, I disovered the elevator has been out because it was being repainted. Now it looks a lot cleaner, but all the creative graffiti has been erased. No longer will residents of 15 W.107 we greeted with such quotes as "God put me in Hell- the Ghetto." and "Someone died on the first floor- It stinks."

