Tag dated 05-14-2006: a jackalope skateboarding off of our name/
This tag was mine. There’s a big streetlight that flickers steadily in the
parking lot of the 7-11 between Liam’s house and the business park. We
stopped for snacks after we were done for the day, and while Liam and Miri
went in, I decided to start putting our name out a little bit.
Some people had scratched initials and expletives into the thin
olive-green paint on the light-post. I used a sharpie, putting “MUCK” in
bubble letters. The “K” sloped upward at the end, where an anthropomorphic
jackalope gained serious air.
I thought the name was kind of dumb after we agreed on it, but then
outside of the 7-11 in the greenish, buzzing light I was starting to like
it again. We named the showroom that we had started tagging “The Wishing
Well,” and were going to try and cover it in various tags. It was going to
eventually be a huge mural across the floor and walls and ceiling. We
would have all summer to work on it.
A lot of other kids in Montclair are into tagging, actually. When I went
inside the 7-11 to find Miri and Liam, they were talking to this guy we
knew named Kenny.
“Holy shit!” he said when he saw me. “Everett’s with you guys too!” Kenny
was holding a plastic bag through which I could make out pork rinds and
three or four energy drinks.
“Yeah,” Liam said. “We’re all still around.”
“Why don’t you guys come by the gas tanks anymore?” Kenny said. He was
talking about the big, industrial kind. There’s a whole complex of them in
town that someone figured out how to get into through the fence.
“Too many people getting caught,” Miri said.
“Yeah that’s true,” Kenny said. “You guys know Mike and Tyrone and that
one girl they hang out with? I’m pretty sure they got caught there like
two weeks ago.”
None of us knew any of those people, but we sort of acted like we did. I
made a vague affirmative noise.
“Damn,” Liam said.
We all went outside. Kenny lit a cigarette and Miri bummed one from him.
Someone in a jeep yelled at us. “My friend’s been waiting forever,” Kenny
said. “I’ll see you guys later. Come to the gas tanks sometime.” He
pointed at us with both hands and walked backwards to the jeep as he said
it. We had only ever been there twice. I wasn’t really sure why Kenny was
so eager to see us.
“Maybe we should go back now that we have a name we can tag,” Miri said.
“No, fuck that,” Liam said. “They’re cracking down on people going in
there. Plus our shit would just get tagged over as soon as anyone saw it.”
That was one of my big problems with the gas tanks. Everyone would just
cross out everyone else’s stuff. It was too much of a competition all the
time.
“I’m glad no one told him about the Wishing Well,” I said. It was so much
better to just have our own place to go tag. We found it entirely blank,
so it’s entirely ours. It just seemed too good to neglect.
“Yeah,” Miri said. “That’s a secret. Seriously, we’re the only people that
can know about it. Otherwise it doesn’t come true.”
“Us and the whole internet,” Liam said.
Miri threw the rest of her cigarette onto the ground. “Well yeah,” she
said. “The internet can know.”