One winter when I lived in Boston I was driving down to the Smokies to do a little backpacking and escape the snow when I stopped off at a Pennsylvania Waffle House to perform a hit and run on their bathrooms. Walked in and it was covered in swastikas; some with markers, some carved into the walls with knifes. I thought about how great it was to not have to live in a such a pit as I pissed all over their bathroom sink as a symbol of my rage.

So last night I went to Toronado and spotted this in the bathroom: “S.F. 94% Nigger Free!  Check Stats!”  Of course, I was offended, but since I actually like Toronado, I decided to mumble something to a bartender about it.  Mind you Toronado is loud and I was, well, drinking at Toronado, so I completely accept the fact that the bartender might not have completely comprehended what I was saying.  But if I worked somewhere and this shit was on the wall, I’d stop what I was doing immediately and cover this shit up.  But not at Toronado: later in the night, it was still there.

Sorry about the piss on your wall.