Terminus: North Angier

Frozen shadows of innocence
January 14th, 2007
~Rob M.

I came here for the giant ant and ended up discovering a playground of silhouettes. This is early Sunday on North Angier Street. The walls of the Masquerade Music Park have been steady bombed by some local aerosol junkies. The tags are done in a series of graffit weaves that are chrome blue and robot silver. The words themselves are practically indecipherable to all but the artist and their peers. The words are accompanied by cartoon ants and insects. I got my Nikon, the light and an empty street to work the shots.

I decide to start at the beginning. I cruise down to the edge of the park walls and make out a series of shadows painted on the walls of an abandoned daycare center (or is it a party supply store?). The wind picks up. There is the wail that rumbles across the gulf of Angier. Crumbled flyers scrape slowly towards me. I turn around and spot an alleyway running between the edge of the park and the adjacent building. It is marked with one of the more common graffiti tulpas you'll find here in Atlanta: The Sprinting Cactus Man. I've spotted him a few times before. I glance down the alleyway. It's a narrow fit. I got a foot of space flanking my shoulders at best. Something moves behind me.

I spin around ready to throw down.

There's no one there. Ambush nerves nothing more. I look back down the alley. It could be a wino camp. It could be a junky fortress. It could be a graffiti gallery. It could be a ghoul nest. It could be a trap!

That's when I decide i'm going in.

Terminus: Down the Alleyway

The running of the cacti

Ready?

I lock my Baby up. Check for the law: Clear. Check for Masquerade staff: Clear. Check for street freaks on an early morning prowl: Clear.

And i'm off.
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Well I was reading bookmonkey211's vision of a naked, sud soaked librarian whipping the shit out of some would be B&E perp and suddenly I was reminded of Bat-Girl's first appearance on the old Bat-Man TV show (yes, that's how my brain apparently works).

"Holy Transformation. One minute plain Barbara Gordon, librarian and Commisoner Gordon's daughter...and the next minute something new has been added... BATGIRL!"

My favorite line though has to be Robin (who goes by the LJ name of 'HotBoyWonder' and the myspace name of 'spankmygreenhotpants33') coolly declaring: "Luckily you reloaded the Bat-Anti-Lock Ray!"

And second place going to: "...and what is this? Her own secret panel, leading to her own secret closet..." You have no idea how many of my daydreams start with a librarian accessing her 'secret closet' to dress up like a purple and black sex bat so she can go kick the crap out of a bunch of guys dressed as moths.

In fact I think that was an old Secretroom or Hexxt theme once, if i'm not mistaken.

Well Bookmonkey, we'll all chip in for your birthday and get you a ... wait for it... 'an electronic bat-girl compact with a laser beam'. Really what woman should be without one?