Oakland has great signs. I'm the last person that should enter this place, though it stands in the center of a Trader Joes / Walgreens parking lot:
I shouldn't even stand near it.
I just really appreciate the ingenuity in making this sign. They didn't just rearrange letters like some church marquee. (One-a-day Bananagrams calendar skills made me think of 'A PORN KING'.) They wen't outside of the box and made the letters into whatever they could imagine. The extremely high quality of the original sign probably made the whole caper quite difficult.
I can't help but think about a story from one of my best friends from high school. His kid sister once asked "What happens when it comes out in the front?". I still can't keep my shit straight when she's around.
Forever farting, far away from the dumpsters that this sign protects,