This is me. You can usually find me staring up at a light pole talking, heckling or cursing at it, and before you know it I’m gone.
This is me. You can usually find me staring up at a light pole talking, heckling or cursing at it, and before you know it I’m gone.
To be fair, after a few drinks I have trouble pronouncing Palianytsia.
Nothing to do with the light actually. I’m yelling at the small cell radios on the top of the poles.