Or Lavatory Mural
Or Washroom Wall Art
Or John Masterpiece
Or “Everybody Wuz Here”
Or Phone Directory for…
Or reason I’ve pissed all over the seat…

This is from a coffee shop restroom on the Bowery.

I’m into this kinda stuff. I think it’s pretty interesting to read and I notice people get either really honest on bathroom walls or outrageously juvenile (bathrooms really ARE a place for release!) From funny notes written to whoever is currently using the toilet, like, “Don’t forget to wash your hands you nasty bastard,” to hateful, deep-seated anger that I wouldn’t say in real life, let alone re-write on my blog.

Oh, and everyone is in a band. And every band has a sticker.

I’m not ashamed to say that I always take a moment to scour the stall walls whenever I’m in a public restroom stall. Give it a shot next time you’re in one that’s covered in tags and phone numbers and nasty stick figures. But don’t explore for too long, because, y’know… it’s a bathroom. And it always sucks when people think you’re poopin’.