On Tagging, etc.

I hate taggers. Speaking in broad generalizations, I think taggers just a group of people who, unable to make their mark on the world, decide the next best step is to write their pseudonym in permanent marker on other people’s property. It’s juvenile and immature, and shows a distinct lack of respect for others. I’m sure I know some people who do this, and that’s unfortunate. Maybe even someone who reads this little blog thingy.

Just grow up.

I was no fan of taggers as a renter in this city, and now as a property owner, I am even less of a fan.

Fred Radtke, New Orleans’ own “Gray Ghost”, is no better. In fact, what he does in some cases is worse – he primers over these tags. It doesn’t matter if it’s on brick, glass, marble, cement, or traffic signs. Glass? Marble? Why on Earth would you put primer on these surfaces?

Since Sept. 24, I’ve been going back and forth with the Sewerage and Water Board. They decided to dig up a large part of the sidewalk and street directly in front of the house.

I don’t know why, I just know they took it upon themselves to do it. Well, early this week, they finally dug up the temporary gravel and actually re-cemented the sidewalk. Street is still unfinished, but eh, it’s progress and I’ll take it. Actually, as we speak, there’s a crew working on the street. I must have some sort of unrealized super power. Excuse me while I go get a lottery ticket.

Anyways, some jackass inevitably wrote his name is the wet cement. It wasn’t on the sidewalk, but on the edge of the street. I don’t know if it’ll be re-surfaced, and if it’s not, I’ll have to re-cement that strip strip to cover his name.

I guess I should be grateful. At least he didn’t write in something like “fuck” or draw some tits or something.

 
I just don’t get it.