This is a picture taken near my house. The spray-paint on the left side, in red, is the signature of the tagger. On the right, there is what amounts to BxK — there seem to be other, smaller K’s there as well, but this literally translates to “Blood killers” and is the worst taunt the Crips to throw down. Without fail, this area of my house is tagged like this… the city removes the spray-paint, they put it right back up. This has been going on for years and it is clear that this is a story of the ages… it may not be a good one, but it’s a story of the ages. And quite frankly, it’s bad enough to live near “Crip road” here. I know exactly where “Crip road” is.
I’d just really like to move… out of this state.
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