Dear Sir I Saw This Morning at the Corner of Lincoln and Barry,

At first I couldn't tell what you were doing. As you sidled up next to the building that houses the Army Navy Surplus you looked around suspiciously and it seemed as though you were carrying a can of spray paint.

"Is he really going to tag at 10 in the morning?" I thought to myself.

You looked around nervously again and it seemed as though you were shaking what I assumed was a can of spray paint. "Should I do something?" I thought. "Say something?"

It was then that I saw the stream of water. You, kind sir, were not spray painting at 10am, in broad daylight, on a busy street corner. No, you, sir, were peeing.

Bravo for going against the grain and choosing not to go into the Starbucks that was a mere 20 yards away. That, sir, would have been the obvious choice. But you're not obvious, are you? Well, except for urinating on the broad side of a building at a six-way intersection at 10 in the morning.

Yes, sir, what you did takes moxie, an extremely small bladder and a blatant disregard for others. And you, sir, have all three (in spades!).

In closing, one can only hope that you didn't wrap up your morning by pooping in a trash can.

Kind Regards,

-Joshua D. Eisenberg, Esq.