While I was home for Christmas, I came across this wonderful business card I had made up in eighth grade. I’m also kind of a fan of the poetic, lyrical quality of the address/phone number part of the card. I kind of want to carry these around and hand them out in LA. Couldn’t do any worse.
And who knows, despite every Spanish teachers wish, the world just may see a return of the red track suit and gloves wearing superhero known only as: ROJO HOMBRE. (And not Hombre De Rojo as those fascists tried to force upon me.)
As long as there is crime, we will need you Rojo Hombre.
Reblogged from A Creamsicle, In Every Color!
