Contributed photo, xoxo, blog post by John Hoff
Nobody wants to JOIN to a gang these days, but plenty of kiddies seem to want to START a gang. The names, faces and tags of these juvenile gangs-of-the-week morph and change so fast that it's not accurate to say they won't be remembered years and years from now.
No, rather it is accurate to say they won't be remembered mere weeks from now. Their petty criminal efforts, their ridiculous tagging, their delinquent comradeships are as fleeting and meaningful as dog feces moments before a thunderstorm. They don't mean squat, they don't mean jack. They should be called Crap Jack Kids.
This latest piece of graffiti is near Logan and 27th Ave. N. and will have to be SANDBLASTED off the sidewalk...
The citizen who took this picture wanted me to have an opportunity to file a 311 report all the way from Afghanistan, just to say that I did.
Very well. I will be making a 311 report on this, momentarily.
All the way from Afghanistan, baby.
Being the amazing, true-to-life adventures and (very likely) misadventures of a writer who seeks to take his education, activism and seemingly boundless energy to North Minneapolis, (NoMi) to help with a process of turning a rapidly revitalizing neighborhood into something approaching Urban Utopia. I am here to be near my child. From 02/08 to 06/15 this blog pushed free speech to the envelope, so others could take heart and speak unafraid. Email me at hoffjohnw@gmail.com
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311 email reference number is E786E684E3E08
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