I was having a perfectly lovely Friday evening. After a long day at work I met my handsome husband for dinner and drinks at our favorite bar, then we had a stroll through Central, stopped at a great used bookstore, and then wandering back to the bus stop I saw this:
WTF is wrong with graffiti artists in Hong Kong? Why must they paint the stuff of nightmares? (And this nightmare pony follows closely on the heels of this.)
Where's Banksy when you need him? I want something uplifting.