Whoever's fixing it clearly doesn't appreciate our shared community values. I get it, trans girls running the place probably just DGAF about neon tubes when they're busy making bank from nightly Sissypants sessions. But like... come on. It's the little things that make our Canal St. Regular. Regular. scene iconic. Faded gloryhole partitions? Half-broken gloryhole mouthpieces? We're already at max capacity for bolt-on junk--not everything can be Beyond Meat grade, you feel me?