I've discussed graffiti before. Actually, on several occasions. And while I have stated that I have some appreciation for the more whimsical styles that pop up, I dislike the ones that are the equivalent of a dog marking a wall to tell all the other dogs he was there.
In fact, this weekend I had mentioned to a friend that I wished there was a gang out there who's territory was notable for lack of tagging and litter. We even discussed that perhaps their initiation rites might involve (since they would, of course, still be thugs at heart with a need to instill terror) kidnapping homeless in their domain, followed by giving them a thorough cleansing and new clothes before releasing them again. "Stay away from those clean freaks, man!" We even considered what their gang getup would be. We decided they would probably go for a plain white t-shirt with a gold hoop earring, a la Mr. Clean.
Okay, it got to be a silly conversation.
Strangely enough, yesterday while flipping through the Quick (a free newspaper filled with short, interesting blurbs from the main paper), there it was.
Granted, no Mr. Clean getups. And probably no terrorizing of people with excessive BO. But a vigilante anti-graffiti task force. Sweet!
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