David and I (it sounds like I'm speaking in the third person, but I assure you, I'm not) got on to train where we proceeded to steal a few signs and advertisements. After taking one down for a radio station, Dave and I worked on how I could get away with it. Our bright idea? I put it inside the pant leg of my blue jeans.

I looked so ridiculous, like a one-legged Mega Man. When I got off of the train and onto the bus, the bus driver asked me, "What you got in the leg boy?"

It was no shock that he noticed, but actually asking about it had me taken aback, so without thinking, "It's a cast."

Oh crap, did I say that? THe bus driver gave me a really funny look, "Oh really?"

"Oh yeah," I had to find out how to finish this conversation quick, "it was a kickboxing match gone wrong."

I don't know if he was intimidated, annoyed, amused, or what, but the rest of the ride was silent, and I walked off with my new sign.

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