Bourbon is for babies, real men eat cigarettes for breakfast. Come to think of it, on a volume basis there's probably more bourbon than babies in Louisville. Used to, there were a bunch of factories here making breakfast cigarettes but back before there was a 'War on Coal' we had a 'War on Tobacco' and they didn't survive.
Probably should have made diptychs with all these but that ain't happening at 1 am on a Wednesday. Would suit, Louisville is a city of contrasts; lovely and terrible, friendly and trigger-happy, slightly insane and slightly sober.
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign . . . Louisville has a major sign problem, and a peculiar sense of priorities. Not cleaning up after your pet will cost you $1100 USD and your pet, but if they catch you street racing it's only $1000 and you get the car car back after six months.
Then there's everyone's favorite pastime, four-wheeling in the park. For the low, low price of $500, you too can tear hell out of your neighborhood park on a ATV. Just wish somebody would explain to me why dog shit is so expensive.
Now that's a bad sign. Some signs convey information, others just make you want to know the story behind the sign.
Some people just have no imagination. Then again I didn't know a cardboard sign could sound that frustrated. Whoever wrote that definitely needs to have kids. Or cats. On that note, it's time for me to sign off.