On my way home from work last night, I noticed something on the train that made me sad. There was sprawling graffiti written on one of panels above the seats. But that in itself is not why I was upset.
What really bothered me was what it said.
That’s what was written.
Is this all the guy who wrote that could come up with? If so, it really has me concerned with the young delinquents of our society.
Back when I was a budding little terror, vandalism had an edge to it, dammit!
Martin Craig and I used to stroll the late night streets of Pittsburgh peeing on store windows and lighting our G.I. Joes on fire and throwing them at houses.
I know. You’re thinking, “How did you light your G.I. Joes on fire?” Well, we discovered a way to make a sticky substance that burned by mixing gasoline and styrofoam together. We were good kids.
But now, there I was, looking at some kid’s version of Being Bad, and it just made me shake my head.
How did this even happen?
Tommy: [Spraying the final “e” in “torture” and turning to his friend] “Awww yeah… Check that out!”
Ray: [Noticing the work] “Does that say ‘Torture?'”
Tommy: [Smiling proudly] “Hells yeah!”
Ray: [Scrunching his face in an attempt to look exactly like Tony Montana from Scarface, a look that he has worked on for countless hours in the bathroom mirror] “Yeah! That shit is awesome!”
Tommy: [Excitedly now] “For sure man, I thought, you know, torture is hard! It’s hard to get tortured man! Or, or, ‘you better watch out, or we’ll torture you!'”
Ray: [Picking up his backpack] “Definitely feeling that man. That whole torture vibe is rough, people are gonna be shocked! We’re gonna shake their whole world up with this one!”
There’s no way those kids are ever going to have a future in being The Bad Boys to entice, and then years later repulse, all the women, and that just makes me sad.
The youth is a lost cause, and there’s only one thing to do about it.
It’s time to call Martin Craig.