My first pasting ever, a tribute to an old friend of mine who passed on about a year ago. He lived well into his eighties. He was one of the first people in our neighborhood to reach out and act friendly towards our family. You would be amazed at how seldom this happens in suburban Minnesota.



I wanted to do a pasting because I like the notion of impermanence. I like the idea that the sign will be washed off naturally by the elements.



You can see it's a bit of a rush job. Whoever lives in this house now seems to be a night owl, like me. The lights were still on, I wanted to be out of there. I know many characters in this game have faced far closer brushes to accomplish tasks, but I'm a newb after all. Among my friends I'm always the least experienced, or most naive when it comes to this fight club stuff.

I thought people ought to know that a very nice man named Bill had lived there.