The other side

Well, how 'bout this.
Matthew Stars,
graffiti artist extraordinaire,
friend of
Sandy Morrison,
clean-up graffiti artist extraordinaire.

Sandy was a little bummed the other day. She just started her job with the city, and had a long discussion with her boss about the crime of tagging, which is part of the job. She gets to report it and take care of it. I asked how she felt about it, but she was still in a state of shock, saying she was murdering me. I think she feels pretty bad.
And it's not just the spray painting, it's everything, even the guerrilla gardening.
I find it terribly ironic. Sandy now destroys the beauty I created for her happiness. I wonder, if I keep making stuff, if she'll be sad from cleaning it up. Like a machine that is turning happiness into sadness.