Each Saturday as I've been driving home from Hawthorne- just after crossing the Story Bridge and on the border of Chinatown- each time I get stopped by the red light with the setting sun in my eyes and I see a poster across the street. People riding chickens. I think. Could it be? Chickens?
I considered it was one of those Versailles disabilities cropping up again (more bird language there...did you catch it?)... but...
Don't ask me what it means. But, you see it, too, right?
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