American Graffiti

Evil Squirrel

I’m NOT paying your bail, pal…

picture dayIt’s the only day of the week with a silent D, Wednesday!  And speaking of, The Nest will be sure to stun you into silence with another snapshot from hell as part of our weekly Picture Day series.  So let that camera roll…

Today we’re going to venture into the Krylon underbelly of illegal amateur artwork.  Yes, of course we’re talking about graffiti!  Here’s a photo I took last month while my sister was driving me and my Mom home from our trip to the zoo that has dominated my previous three Picture Day posts…

The hieroglyphics were easier to translate into English than this nonsense.

Egyptian hieroglyphics were easier to translate into English than this nonsense.

That overpass is just across the Illinois side of the Poplar Street Bridge coming back from St. Louis.  Pretty much the only thing that can be made out from those otherwise random string of artistically drawn letters is “SUZY Q” (Sammy, you know anything about this?).  The most obvious question this picture raises, though, is not what that bunch of gibberish is supposed to mean, but who in the hell climbed up on the side of that overpass with interstate traffic roaring underneath them most likely in the middle of the night and spray painted that message there in the first place!?!?  A lot of the graffiti I see is tagged in seemingly impossible to access places.  While I think Darwin was right about a lot of things… the lack of dead or seriously maimed graffiti artists in this country seems to poke a few holes in his survival of the fittest theories.

This kid not only lived, he went on to become our 69th President.

This kid not only lived and had children, he went on to become our 69th President.

Graffiti is a lot like tattoos… both are terrible ways to express yourself that are nevertheless very fun to look at.  About the only nice thing about getting stopped by a train is the free art show you can get from the comfort of your carbon monoxide-filling car.  A few years ago, while me and my Dad were stopped at the tracks near my house, a boxcar came by with a crude, but nevertheless very recognizable symbol of a…. well….

chicken muscle

AND

big balls

We both completely lost it and cracked up over it as the phallic pictogram went by.  And every time I’m with my Dad and we get stuck waiting for a damn train to pass, we still watch with anticipation for its return.  Yes, my immature and fucked up sense of humor was absolutely passed down to me from my parents…

And the official holiday wrapping box of the Evil Squirrel household.

And the official holiday wrapping box of the Evil Squirrel household.

I’ll try to act more grown up next week….

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About evilsquirrel13

Bored former 30-something who has nothing better to do with his life than draw cartoon squirrels.
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20 Responses to American Graffiti

  1. draliman says:

    I’m pretty sure the first part of that graffiti says “YakBap”, a popular Himalayan snack. I hear yaks are good eatin’! Maybe one can purchase a yak bap nearby?

    (Just in case the word “bap” – when food-related – is unheard of in America, it’s a bread roll.)

  2. Merbear74 says:

    Good luck with that…the mature part, that is…

  3. Grownupness is over rated😄

  4. Trisha says:

    I just don’t see the point of risking life and limb to paint stuff that no one can even read. The pictogram though, that would have cracked me up too!

    • Me neither… and after I posted this, I noticed the tag on the support beam of the overpass on the right (That highway’s up about 100 feet off the ground!). Who does this stuff, Spiderman!?!?

  5. I want that chicken. All he needs is a cape and he will be (are you ready?) — SUPER CHICKEN!!

  6. Quirky Girl says:

    Acting all grown up is no fun. I don’t recommend it. It’s great to have a totally warped sense of humor, isn’t it? 😛

  7. Well, I discussed this with SuzyQ and she mumbled something about having had to hang onto a rope and a paint can at the same time while dangling under the Popular Street Bridge just to get a little ATTENTION (as if her cheers don’t do enough of that). That solves THAT part of the great graffiti conundrum and I do believe that YAK snack is the answer to the first bit of bridge babble. Mystery solved. Sort of.

    Pam

  8. There’s lots of graffiti in odd places like that here in the UK too. I guess for some folks, it’s the way of showing off how much bigger their gentleman’s vegetable is – “look, I did this graffiti in this really dangerous place, so I must have the biggest penis in the world” sort of mentality.

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