A couple of weeks ago, a younger guy saw me taking pictures of a Parking sign that had been tagged to oblivion. He stopped and asked me several short questions, losing interest when he worked out that I wasn’t doing my own graffiti. I asked him if he was a tagger, and he gave a dry response, “No. Those kind of people should be put in jail.”
I saw him today when I was walking up Pike after dinner. This time he was tearing away at several layers of posters that were plastered on a blank wall. I’ll have to check up on that spot tomorrow.