Obviously a lot of people have done the “X+Y” or “X loves Y” type thing, but what other statements have you made in concrete, that forever haunt you?
I Hope I Can Finish Writing This Message With My Penis Before The Concrete Gets Har …
The only message I wrote was “Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana”, but I don’t regret it!
Hey, there’s not a “X+Y” that a chisel and a BF hammer can’t fix.
Trust me.
Lots of mathematician vandals huh?
I think I regret never having found an unobserved bit of wet concrete to write in.
Officer Smith is a cocksu~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I once saw a guy with the coolest job. He was a concrete watcher. He just sat in a chair overnight, shooing away anyone tempted to write in the wet cement.
This was near midtown Manhattan, which gets 24/7 foot traffic, often from bar-hopping frat boys and drunken bridge & tunnel types. These idiots would never make a mess of their home neighborhoods, but don’t give a second thought to f*cking around with mine like Sherman marching to the sea.
On the way home from Woolco as a young teenager, I would always pass a piece of sidewalk that read “Neva is a whore.” I often wondered if Neva’s parents saw it, and how it made them feel.
Not sorry but then it was just a footprint. My friend and I were walking home from the library sometime in July of 1958, and here were some new houses and some fresh concrete. So we stepped out of our flipflops and left our mark.
As of Feb. 1998 our footprints were still there.
Unfortunately I have never had the opportunity to write something in concrete that I would later regret (or not!)
There is a sidewalk square around the corner from my place which is pretty cool, though. The occupants of one house had a cat at the time the sidewalk was redone. From the house side of the square, right in the centre, curving out to the left corner are two sets of cat prints, leaving the house. From the right corner are two sets of cat prints, going back to the same centre spot, returning to the house. It’s a fairly symmetrical pattern, too. I can just imagine some old tabby, walking the same “beat” day after day. It’s kind of neat, and every time I see it, I think I ought to take a picture, but never have my camera with me!
My first novel. It took bloody forever. I really wish I’d used a word processor.
I like it - but unfortunately didn’t have any coke/coffee/etc to spray on my monitor…sorry!
Ha! I once left an entire shoe in wet concrete. I was walking along with my face buried in a book and didn’t see the concrete until I had stepped in it. My shoelace was untied so when I pulled my foot out it came out minus my black Chuck Taylor.
“SHAKES was here. Adress: 411 roundtree way. phone# 214-555-1111”
Regret misspelling “address”, eh?
I did that too…I didn’t lose my shoe, but the concrete guys were working right there and saw me, and one went “Aw, DAMMIT! That’s it, I QUIT!!”
I think I was in elementary at the time. I was so sad 