When you get out of the elevator on the second floor you're confronted with this weird water sculpture in the middle of a bright, checkered atrium. It's disconcerting. I loves it.
Right around the corner from Byer at 66 Potrero sits this huge chunk of rock. How did it manage to sneak by when people were building shit?
Rock, I salute you.
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dear ryan,
i sit at a desk. all day. every day. i have a secret fantasy of becoming a bike messenger. i'm not sure how i just stumbled on your blog, but after reading a few posts, i feel compelled to thank you for allowing me to vicariously live out my fantasy through you.
keep it comin.
k
Wow, I'm glad to be of service. Thanks!
The picture of that huge rock... yea thats outside my building. I'm the girl that sits in the front office of byer. I saw you less then 2 hours ago, &&really I enjoyed the neon green fit you had on. Seriously. anyway your blog is grand and i intend to read it all the time. do us all a favor and start wearing socks :0)
A, wow, I'm glad you think it's grand. Sweet.
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