Because we’re too lazy to put up a sign on our door that says NO FLYERS, MENUS, CIRCULARS, enterprising folks leave a ton of shit for us. I’ve been saving them. Here’s one.
Sixto’s giant, forlorn, determined face stands in stark (Manichean!) contrast to his manic entreaties. Does he want to save my House Of Foreclosure? Does he want me to THINKING OF BUYING A HOUSE…?
I just don’t know, Sixto.