Last time I stopped to smell the roses (smell = drink and roses = tall can) and looked up and around, these two unsightly residential towers were still just holes in the ground. Now they’re rising up like rectilinear poster children of the revised U-district zoning laws to dominate the sky, foreshadowing thousands of new young residents ordering thousands of new packages from amazon. Goddamn kids get off my lawn.
welcome to U-district station. the escalator is out of service. the elevator is operating but contains a large wet puddle of human shit. you can always take the stairs.
