Free supportive data on Block Letter Graffiti

December 18, 2010 - 9:37 am Comments Off

Bought these for my toddler and was expecting blocks that were quite bigger that these. They are about an inch wide on each side and my son can easily fit them in his mouth which scares me that he’ll choke. Very educational and durable but way too small.

Does this capture your attention?
I’m working on a HUGE project and would like some feedback. Let me know what you honestly think. I’m open to constructive criticism. He stared at the card and reread it for the third time “3214 67th St. Rm. 522″ There had to be a mistake. He had been looking for an office building that should be at the address written. All he saw was a chain link fence surrounding an abandoned building. Decayed two by fours boarded up the ground floor windows. The windows on the other five floors looked as if a thick film was covering the glass. A few were shattered, no doubt by some adolescent teens. Still even with the aid of vandalism, the broken windows provided no indication to the inner workings of this building. From what he could tell, this sagging structure was once a hospital. How long ago, he had no way of telling. A black sign hung on the rusting fence that read ‘No Trespassing’ in large red print. Yes, there must be a mistake. Why would she send him here? All his other contacts had been located in office buildings downtown. This time he was staring at a rotting hospital contemplating his next move. “Hello?” he called out half expecting an answer. There was none. The building looked like it came straight from the set of an old Hitchcock movie and it was making him uneasy. He looked at the card in his hands again hoping he had read it wrong. “3214 67th St. Rm. 522″ Why the hell would she send Block Letter Graffiti him here? Not knowing what to do, he began to walk the length of the fence. He didn’t see the address anywhere on the building itself so maybe this wasn’t where he was supposed to be. It was wishful thinking. He knew it had to be the right place because the building to the right had “3212″ on its front, though that building seemed to be vacant as well and across the street “3213″ was painted in white block lettering on the curb. No building occupied that plot – it was empty. He looked at his phone, “S***! What the hell good is it to spend two-hundred bucks on a phone that never gets a f***ing signal?!” Frustrated he kicked the fence and noticed that the top had barbed wire on it. It looked like the same type of fence you would see at a prison. It struck him as odd though. Not the barbed wire, many old buildings had barbed wire fences to keep trespassers from climbing over the top in order to vandalize the vacant edifices. He had noted earlier the broken windows but anyone could throw a rock at them. The building lacked, however, graffiti and nothing seemed to be disturbed besides the windows. But that wasn’t odd to him either. What was odd was the fence itself. It was exactly like what you’d see at a maximum security facility. There the barbed wire leaned towards the pen and subsequently the inmates it enclosed. The idea was to keep prisoners from escaping, not keep visitors from getting in. Confused, he said aloud “Why would this place need that kind of fence?” His eyes followed the wire and then to the building. A chill ran down his spine and the hairs on the back of his neck began to stand. He had a sudden urge to run, but his legs wouldn’t move. He looked at his watch – ten till six. The sun would be setting soon and he didn’t want to be here when it got dark. Still he was drawn to the building. He hadn’t realized that he had taken a step closer, until his hands felt the cold metal links. As the sun began to set, the dilapidated hospital seemed to grow before him – its shadow slowly creeping towards him. His phone beeped and pulled him from his gaze. Low battery blinked on the screen. With that he turned towards his car – his eyes never leaving the structure. As he turned the key in the ignition, he allowed himself one final glance through the rearview mirror. He thought he saw light coming from the fifth floor, but as quickly as the thought occurred, the light was gone. Slamming his foot on the gas, his car jerked violently forward. The squeal of his tires was the only thing he heard besides the blood pulsing in his ears. He had to get away. He didn’t know why he was scared, but he wasn’t about to find out, besides he had a phone call to make. “That b****, had to have given me the wrong address. No f***ing way I was supposed to meet a client here. No f***ing way!” With that, he sped off towards town.
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