I found the above graffiti sprayed on the side of my apartment building in November. I have no idea what the initials mean, who did it, or even how they did it on a street corner where police frequently go down, just feet away from a main road in Jamaica Plain.
I chuckled a bit when I saw it, in spite of having no reason to. I don't wish ill on my landlords, who are phenomenal. It's not them I'm mad at.
Months ago, M was suffering from a crazy landlord. Said landlord lied, harassed and tormented M right through the holidays. Of course, for anything to work out remotely in our favor, M had to remain the very essence of politeness towards someone who was determined to hurt M in every which way possible.
I've been in that position myself, walking away from battles where I never told parties even to go screw themselves, though I dearly want to even today.
It's sad that even a random act like the one I documented above gives me any sense of satisfaction just because I wish I exhibited more protest of the way things are in my own life.
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