Obviously I'm still alive. We figured it was just a dumb Halloween prank.
This neighborhood makes me so sad. Every night new graffitti appears. It costs people so much money to sandblast away the damage to brick walls, trees, and side walks or to paint over walls. All the local businesses get tagged regularly. Our landlord is slow with painting over graffitti. I hate to call him out all the way from Fullerton to paint over something. He should cruise by more often to see for himself what needs done anyway. Or maybe he figures if no one complains about it why bother to fix it. But a little graffitti attacks more graffitti. It's a neverending disease.