Graffiti

I have spent the past week or so helping friends of our move into a new house. They are good people and needed the hepl, they were deservering as well.

So my rather old body has been moving boxes, carrying couches, and doing all other body numbing tasks.

So as I woke today, and told myself, take the day off, I reached for the bottle of advil and rolled back over into bed to snooze some more.

My wife and daughter took off to go shopping, and spend mother daughter time together, I call it that because it means I get the house to myself.

I was sitting watching T.V. when I got a knock on my door, it was one of my neighbors. Apparently the night before, some rather unsavory kids or young adults  took it upon themselves to take black and green spraypaint and color my new cedar fence. Did I get my day off, no. I spent it power washing my new fence, and while a lot of it came off not all of it did without destroying my fence. I am Jack’s rage. (please tell me you are movie savvy enough to get that quote)

I cannot fathom what would go through a teenagers or young adults mind. I was young once, and I was a rotten kid as well. But I NEVER, never hurt someone elses property. I built this fence myself. (Friends did help) But this was a weekend project. I am flabbergasted. I am hurt, I am saddened. Most of all I am pissed off.

I would very much like to find a car or object of the criminals who did this and deface it so they knew the pain. Now, I know you are saying, they won’t learn any lesson. But everyone cares about something, and if I knew what theirs was it would have my eight lettered last name written on it in black spray paint.

So tomorrow, I will power wash again and break out a dark stain and pray I can have a normal looking fence in my suban neighborhood.

But tonight I wont sleep as well. Because something was taken from me. And it hurt.

J