tagged

Friday around 530 I went for a bike ride. I had the week from hell and figured it was time to stop working and get outside.

When I got back some little fucking fuck of a fuck tagged my garage door (and two others in my alley). It wasn't even a cool tag. It was the initials "DK" scrawled obviously by a little kid (judging from the height). I was fucking PISSED. On top of everything ELSE I had to do this weekend I now had to take care of that.

I went to home depot Saturday and this really nice guy greeted me at the door. I asked if they had something to remove graffiti. The guy showed me this spray and we chatted about this fucking kids tagging our houses. He has gotten the same tag that I had on the side of his house. I told him if I caught the kid I was going to break his fucking spray finger. The guy laughed and then said to call him because he was going to kick the kid in the nuts.

I got home and decided to start my other little project before I cleaned the graffiti, mostly because I realized I didn't have any paint to touch up my garage door. I lent it to my next door neighbor before he moved and the fucker never gave it back. My other project was to sand down and restain this lingerie chest I have in my room. I've been meaning to do it forever but just got around to it.

That project ended up being a disaster. I realized someone (likely my ex-boyfriend) took my sander (I don't blame him randomly, he took almost all of my screwdrivers, which were new) so I had to get another one. Then I got this stain with polyurethane in it that sucked. I called my friend Neil and texted my co-worker Jamie to find out why the stain wasn't sticking. Neil told me to resand, get a new stain, and start again, which I did, and now the lingerie chest looks just like I wanted it to.

Back to the graffiti, I opened my garage door and started to read the directions on the graffiti cleaner. This guy walked up to me and said his name was Robert. He's worked for the city of Denver for 18 years, building and rebuilding low income housing. He was the NICEST guy and he helped me clean my garage door (maybe he was afraid of a girl with a spray paint can). His house gets tagged all of the time too and he said he wakes up at random hours of the night to try to catch the kids, but he hasn't yet. He lives in this big, really nice Victorian a few streets over. It's all white so the kids are constantly tagging his walls.

Then this guy who lives behind me, whom I've never met before, but I see him when I'm riding my bike, came over and said "I just wanted you to know that I didn't do that and my brothers didn't do that". He has three younger brothers that I some times talk to when I'm out walking.

We talked about the graffiti problem for a while, and the guy who lives behind me said he would try to find out who's doing it. I said "bring the kid to me, I'll have him arrested". The guy said "How about if I just beat him up instead?" I was like hmm. Then I said no, because even though I like the idea right now of him getting beat up, if it really happened I would feel bad.

Kind of funny how nice everyone in the neighborhood was about my tagged garage. I was just thinking today that I wished we all talked more, and not just when something bad happens...