mime-attachment1Is it just me or does this sign on Atlanta’s Briarcliff Road near Ponce de Leon Avenue look like it’s about to slouch off the job?

Maybe, it’s just headed off for happy hour. Those Virginia-Highland bars aren’t far away. Or maybe it’s going for one of those walkabouts that the Red Hot Chili Peppers sang about:

I think I’ll go on a walkabout
And find out what it’s all about – and that ain’t hard
Just me and my own two feet
In the heat I’ve got myself to meet
A detective of perspective I
I need to try and get a bigger eye – open wide
bloodwood flowers in my gaze
walkabout in a sunny daze – do me now
On a walkabout
You could do it in the city
You could do it in a zone
You could do it in a desert
You could do the unknown
On a walkabout
High desert skies are what I spy
So fly – you’ve got to wonder why
The stingrays must be fat this year
Moving slow in my lowest gear
The digirido original man with a dream
I believe the Aborigine
On a walkabout
You could do it with a shuffle
You could do it with a stroll
You could do it with a stride
You could do the unknown
ON A WALKABOUT
A walk could cure most all my blues
bare feet or in my two shoes – 1, 2,
I think I’ll go on a walkabout
Find out what it’s all about – can’t hurt to try
Use your legs to rock it wide
Take a ride to the other side


Hear it here, if you wish:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvUABj_00Ag”>


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