Hey, folks. This is Matt, here. Spike's live-in all-purpose creature and husband. On a whim, we have decided that I'll update here sometimes, too. I'll try not to fuck the place up.
Anyway, since I've got nothing else to say right now, here is a picture of a building being demolished.
They're going to build some more goddamned luxury condos there. Of course. But until they've got the old building cleared away, they're providing a great show for me to ogle every weekday as I walk to work. The shattering of the concrete, the clouds of dust, the devastating machinery, the gradual conversion of the building into wartime ruins and sorted stacks of rubble and rebar... It's seriously riveting.
And it's not just me, either. Everyone who walks by the site does so with their head turned to the side, watching intently. Everybody in the surrounding office buildings lucky enough to have a window facing the carnage watches throughout the day, weirdly envious of the guy who gets to drive this shuddering metal behemoth. I wonder if he's aware of the strange pseudo-celebrity status he holds while working on a job like this.
Not that I've ever really noticed his tiny, human face when there's all this AWESOME DESTRUCTION to look at.
