In our old 'hood on Monkland (which is still sort of the current hood, but we are several blocks away and down now), there is a park bench on the lawn of a nearby apartment building.
I used to walk past it all the time on my way from our apt. to the gym. One day there was some graffiti on it that said: BRUCERONE. And every time I passed, I read it to myself, "Bruce-a-roni". I always thought it was kinda funny as far as graffiti goes. Bruce-a-roni - the San Francisco treat. Bruce-a-roni, the big jabroni.
Today, I went to the gym and passed the same bench. And suddenly it struck me. It wasn't funny graffiti after all. It was poor legibility. It actually said "BRUCE ROWE". The "W" was too squished on the left side, making it look like an "N".
Almost as lame as the graffiti sprayed near Villa Maria metro, beside the terminal for bus 162. Scrawled on a nearby shed facing the terminal is: "WHAT UP, 162?"
I miss Brucerone.