I work at a restaurant/music venue. It’s a fun place to work. It’s also pretty dysfunctional, as it is run mostly by former college students in their twenties.
Found this in the street after a tornado came through years back. Get it?
Drawn by a fellow spaceghettoer.
Note the clippings from the police blotter top center. The names are all current or former employees. I’m on there somewhere.
The door of this fridge is kinda like a physical spaceghetto.
This doesn’t happen anymore, mostly because enough metal has been shaved off.
A note from the owner.
More illustration from a fellow spaceghettoer.