speaking of graffiti
worst ever?
I caught a kid tagging my big truck Saturday night. I tried to detain him and his friend started punching me. Two on one. Someone broke a bottle across my back. It didn’t cut me but today it’s pretty sore. Sophia was screaming and talking to a 911 operator at the same time.
After the bottle broke they got off me, and the big white kid pulled out a knife and told me not to follow him. So I didn’t.
Not till later. I figured they were drinking out on the street and tagging trucks, so they were probably too young to be in a bar. I found them in the park. They saw my truck and started walking down the street. I followed on foot, keeping out of sight, telling the 911 operator my direction.
I’m not always pleased with cops, not even that evening, but when four cop cars came out of nowhere and cornered them, it was awesome. I’d caught my first tagger. I’ll let you know when we go to court.