Hobo Jungle

Last Sunday some of my dear friends and I went for a walk in what is affectionately known as Hobo Field.

Armed with a couple of cans of spray paint, two bottles
of beer and a disposable camera, we commenced to tag the large cement blocks in the field.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. Andrea’s not nearly ill enough to go out tagging. Was she perhaps accompanied by some more street-wise, possibly even thuggish accomplices? No. I was with Jenna, her boyfriend, her sister and her cousin. Two dykes, a kitten lover and a pushover. Which implies that tagging is no longer the domain of the hard core. Especially since the least hard core person was the first to complete her image. Admittedly, it was a kitten face, but…

i am so tough.