Photographed on 08.11.07, in Williamsburg.

What the hell happened here? This dude has a dreadlocked mullet. We repeat: a mullet. Made out of dreadlocks. Did this dude get stoned, start cutting all his dreds off, then zonk out, only to forget all about it the next day? Did his brain have an accident on the back of his neck? Does he (not-so) secretly want to be Bib Fortuna? Fifty cents goes to the first jerk who approaches him and says, You will take me to Jabba now.

He will take you to Jabba now.

This time, it's for real.

This past weekend, we passed by this little toothy monster in Williamsburg. Can't make out the ID on his ankle bracelet (ITOV?), so we'll call just him Willy. Willy has a fourth leg back there that makes him freestanding, but he is in fact chained to the enclosed gate — likely to make him more doggy, less theft-prone. Gotta admit that the swirly doggy dropping is a nice touch. Anybody know if Willy is a baby-daddy and there are more lil' Willies?

Dear Cube, you were kind of funny this way.
More photos from All Too Flat's Rubik's Cube prank here.

Over the years, the Astor Cube (a/k/a Tony Rosenthal's Alamo) has vanished and reappeared. It's been turned into an inoperable mechanical puzzle, cleaned, paid tribute, hit with LED throwies. Today it's chalked.

But we're confused. We're all for peace. We're all for bringing the troops home. We're fine with hugs and hippie smells (<--not really). But how does scrawling these messages on the Astor Place Cube help actualize these ideas? Especially when within five hours, a directive like START THINKING has been rechristened ART KING and FAIR TRADE reads AIR RADE. Also confusing? How shouting out your friend Dee and wondering if your canvas spins helps this message of peace. (Yes, the Cube spins.) Please explain.

What won't you stop? Repping Brooklyn?

Roebling Street, Brooklyn

All City says, "Nice use of nipples."

Billyburg Norfside.

Found in Brooklyn.

Tape (apt address?), North Williamsburg