Photo taken: May 16, 2009
I was so happy to have purchased my own home nine years ago… it’s one of the best decisions I’ve made. Visiting my new house on the morning after the closing, I made sure to borrow my Mom’s camera to capture what the property looked like before I could mess it up. I certainly wasn’t expecting THIS to greet me when I walked into MY backyard for the first time. Neighborhood hooligans…. lovely. I haven’t even had a chance to settle in, and already I get violated by some punks with a can of spray paint. Since it is my neighbor’s fence, he took care of the graffiti removal…. two months later. I have no idea who “H” is, but he can kiss my ass…
I’m pretty sure H stands for heroine. You have a bunch of drug addicts hanging out by your house.
It’s possible, but the drug of choice around here is meth. Neither H nor his artists have come around here since…
Oh dear, at least meth is a fairly safe drug…not.
I bet if that graffiti had been on the neighbors side of the fence it would not have taken two months to get rid of it…..what a shame….hopefully it wasn’t a sign of things to come.
Pam
Well, to my discredit, my tendency to not get to know my neighbors played a part too. We didn’t meet until a summer power outage forced me outside and I let him know about what was on the other side of his fence. There’s been no more graffiti since then, and the only other violation of my property was the central air unit being stolen four years ago…
What a lovely welcome gift! Well, at least it wasn’t one of those elaborate tags that you can’t even read. Those really annoy me. What is the point of writing that no one can read? And at least they didn’t spell anything wrong. Assuming they weren’t trying to write “he’s the bomb”
Someone must apparently understand the tags. I hate having to look at hundreds of spray painted hieroglyphics every time a train passes just to get a sense of perverted joy when the car with the spray painted penis finally rolls by. Now THAT is worth the trouble of vandalizing private property for…
I’m totally convinced graffiti is a hallmark of home ownership. Or maybe I just didn’t realize its presence when I was a renter 87 years ago. 🏠
Nothing like getting out of the part of the city where punkass kids do stuff like that just to find out my new neighborhood also has punkass kids…
Punkass kids are everywhere. On the plus side, at least they don’t live with you!
I suppose if you’re going to be “the bomb”, H is the best letter to go with…
H is pretty badass, though I’d prefer to be an F bomb since I drop quite a number of them…
Awwww man. Now I’m going to have Imagine Dragons in my head for the rest of the day.
You’ll feel on top of the world now…