So..the other evening at the park I busted the creators of this piece, and confronted them..and almost got my ass kicked. While they thought it was their right to be proud of their family and put their families name all over the place, I thought they should keep it to alleys or garages or something. It got a little tense at one point, with these two large menacing men peppered in facial tattoos and big muscles, but for some unknown reason..even to myself..I felt it important to face off. After 5 or 10 minutes it all ended fairly well..they suggested I add to their mark by spray painting my dogs name along side..they didn’t mind..thought it would be good for me to add my love for MY family. (which apparently is my dog) What I didn’t cover with that I love graffiti. I do. But it has to look good. Put a little effort in boys. Come on. pissing on the plant in your kids kindergarten class to make it grow. If you are going to “represent” shouldn’t you put a little care into your craftsmanship? It is your family that you are showing everyone..right? I don’t get it.

Which is why I went looking for them today. I’m gonna find those boys. And we’re gonna have another discussion. I want to get it. I do.

Bad Graffiti

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