I woke up on Saturday morning after a night of fun and fantasia at the House of Yes, and yes, I was hungover.  My favorite remedy for such a diagnosis is a nice walk, coffee in hand, amongst our favorite hulking warehouses.  Electric chords of music meander through open windows as I waltz, equipped with heavy-duty UV sunglasses and a camera.  On Meadows there was the intoxicant whiff of spray paint on the air.  I stumbled onto Bogart, and Lo! Here were some friendly street artists collaborating on a wall space.