You are nothing but dogs pissing your names on the world.

  The daycare behind my apartment recently spent fuck knows how much on remodeling their playground that previously was just an asphalt lot. After a few weeks of work, with help from volunteers, parents, etc, now they’ve got a pretty nice space, with grass, and trees, and wood chips. A lot nicer space for the kids to play in, and I’m glad for them (even if I still hate their monkey-like shrieking at eight in the morning).

 And then some fucker just threw up a huge tag on the side of their building, last night. It’s not a well painted, tri color piece that I can at least admire the skill it took. It’s just some asshole’s fake name on the side of a building, and now the people at the day care are going to have to spend more money dealing with it.

  It makes me feel weird, for one, to be an artist, and to have friends that are into this scene, and still be so angry. I try to find some amount of understanding, and respect for what you’re doing. But, I can’t.

  I don’t really like cops, but I hope they fucking find you pissing on walls. They can have you.