Room 275
Coming home from a late night out in Kansas City for St. Patrick’s Day, I scrambled for some paper to leave my friend a note that I would be right back. That’s when I found this. We never did find out who was in Room 275.
Coming home from a late night out in Kansas City for St. Patrick’s Day, I scrambled for some paper to leave my friend a note that I would be right back. That’s when I found this. We never did find out who was in Room 275.
I found this label in my apartment’s laundry room, in a garbage can, stuck to an empty beer case.