The State built a beautiful new highway out in my area, going from a two-lane to a four-lane divided road, and in the process, built a nice big tunnel underneath for the wild horses to go North/South without killing people on the highway. Been un-tagged for now, but not anymore!
Now, this is Bum-Fuck Middle of Nowhere, and the closet thing to “gangs” as we have are maybe a few coyotes with bad attitudes, some hostile jackrabbits perhaps.
“Dude! Mom and Dad are going to kill us if we get caught!”
“Shut up, Trevor! Don’t be such a Dork!”
“But we could get in big trouble, Tad!”
“Quit worryin’ and get painting, you Wuss! And don’t paint your name, that’s how you’ll get caught!”
“I don’t know what to paint!”
“If you want to be cool, paint gang shit!”
Heh. My two nephews did something similar about 15 years ago to the side of THEIR school building.
One has a very common name. His name is John. The other nephew has a much more unique if unusual name. And of course went to the same school.
They painted both their names as the graffiti. School was also across the street from their house… Umm… Who could have possible done this? :smack::smack::smack:
Both have turned out to be fine young men and one now lives close to me and I consider him a good friend.
The Weenies rolled in something especially nasty tonight. The all loaded up in the Jeep and Jesus Christ, it smelled like the inside of a Port-a-Pottie!
It reminds me of when I lived in a deteriorating neighborhood in Memphis and came out one morning to find, scrawled on my dirty back car window, “HOE”.
I used to have a friend who liked shouting ‘ABUSE!’ at people, possibly a similar mindset…
Though we did have taggers in the local little town that kept writing ‘[town] posy’ everywhere. I presume they meant ‘posse’, but they weren’t the brightest or most threatening lads. I did always feel tempted to add a bunch of flowers to each.
I’ve long thought that if I was going to do vandalism, I’d like to write
THE “N” WORD
and
OTHER RACIAL SLURS
Because that is often how it is described on the TV news.
A buddy of mine has a 16 year old son who is generally a very good kid. He was caught entering an “abandoned” home and doing some minor damage. He was caught because he wrote his name, first and last, in sharpie on a wall.
The police limited his punishment to a “stern talking to”, but his dad argued with them and convinced them to force him to do community service.
A year prior, my buddy was getting his mail and saw a hand grenade on his lawn. He freaked and called the cops. The cops freaked and called the bomb squad. They freaked and evacuated the neighborhood.
Long story short, it was a real hand grenade although it did not contain an explosive. His son found it while playing in the woods. He told the police where he found it, along with the added information that there was a “big gun” there as well, but that he knew not to play with that. The police recovered an AR-15 from a “hidden cache” in the woods, but never found who owned the rifle/grenade.
