So the house I lived in during my senior year of college was called The Deuce. That should be enough explanation of what that year was like. The house had been passed down for several years from friend to friend and quite a bit of useless junk had accumulated by the time we moved out. Among the junk, there were a couple signs that have been in my basement since then. Today I finally got them out and attached them to our homemade fence with a few screws. We’ll call it garden art.

You might recognize this as my old work bench top.