This is the kind of fun you will see on our sidewalks around the church. It's becoming more rampant as the days go by. And seriously, it bugs me. On a brick wall here and there, I can get over it, on the ground right outside the sanctuary--you're working my nerves.
On the sidewalk right outside the office there's a lot of it. All three of these pictures came from there actually. And to be honest, and pardon my language) it's like a pissing contest. Each of these, plus one other are all within 4 feet of each other. My dogs do this when we walk, they smell someone else's mark and then feel compelled to leave their own.
I was not raised in the city and graffiti was a relatively minor problem up in mule country. I do not understand gang culture or graffiti culture (supposing they might be different) and so really I can't interpret this primal negotiation of territory, which really just makes it even more frustrating.
I also have no clue about how to stop it. It's no wonder people get fed up and short tempered. It's a constant battle and is seemingly meaningless.
What gives?
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