I tag walls and windows, mailboxes, manhole covers, sidewalks, doors, poles—anything that doesn’t move, plus buses and boxcars, which do. You ask anyone in Underhill whose tag is hottest. They’ll know. My scrawl is up all over this town—the curls behind an M sharp like mountains with a Z cut like a lightning bolt. I once overheard someone saying it’s the most recognizable tag to come along in a decade. Every night I’m out spraying. I own these walls. I own this ’hood.
