Forgive me, brethren. I couldn’t get a picture. My phone’s camera is garbage. I pointed it at the wall and everything was just white washed. The picture would have been as foggy as the river was this morning (which sounds depressing but I really kinda liked looking out my window this morning).
But I severely undersold the number of pictures. It covers a lot more space than I originally said. His poster creep goes all the way across the shorter wall of the room and curls around his bed. So we’re probably at like 80ish posters.
Its funny when i see people call ricky ortiz a she 7 times in 5 sentences, as if to let you know just how overly accepting they are of transgenders, but if its a conversation about a dude, in those same 5 sentences, they would just say dudes name, and the rest is implied. They wouldnt type “he” that much, as if we dont understand the person theyre talking about is a guy.