This to-do was a complete bust. I don’t want to write about it. I don’t want to talk about. I don’t want to think about. It’s done; and I feel terrible — just like I felt when we carved our initials into that dead tree last month. I guess I’m just not cut out for this kind of hooliganry.

Here’s the story, in short form:

The other day we were hanging out with VSVSVS (PS: Do you know these artists? You should, they’re cool beans). VSVSVS, like us, are part of that never-ending-arts-festival on the Danforth I keep telling you about (which you should go see if you haven’t seen yet.) One of their art projects is called “Graffiti Removal Removals” whereby they scour the neighbourhood for graffiti that has already been painted over and they beautify the removal. The results are quite stunning, actually.

Anyhow, this was our logic….We thought why not complete our graffiti tag to-do in the same neighbourhood where the Graffiti Removal Removals are going on; that way someone might remove it swiftly, and VSVSVS could then remove the removal. Makes complete sense, right? Maybe not? Oh well, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter because it NEVER HAPPENED.

These pictures are between us.