Some righteous young street artists saw fit to grace our front retaining wall with this incendiary proclamation last night. Why they would feel it's appropriate to deploy this provocation to law-enforcement officials on the obvious slacker artist household on a street of overweening industry yuppies instead of, oh, I don't know, the closed-down Rampart Police Station about 4 blocks south of here is anyone's guess. It must be part and parcel with the strategy of spraying it in a location -- behind a parked car, a pile of bulky items (one perfectly good headboard, one not-so-healthy couch), two yard waste containers, and a giant poison shrub --that no cop would ever see unless he or she were actually physically walking down the street. I guess if they ran out of gas and were trying to make it to PK's Donuts... I painted it out anyway.