In the words of my true love, Trey Parker:
"Band-Aids! Fuck Yeah!"
Okay, so now I'm just being lazy. I could have easily drawn this. The fact of the matter is I take way more photographs than I retch sketches. Anyway, I saw this on Brunswick Street on the way home, and despite being in the middle of an insane wind storm that was freezing me to death, I bust out the camera and crouched down to record this for all eternity. When robots start to think for themselves and take over the planet, they will laugh at our inefficient ways of keeping track of appointments: by writing them on crappy band-aids that fall off in wind storms.