“. . . it’s very cheap / you can go there when you have almost no money” – Bernadette Mayer, “Homage to H & the Speedway Diner”
You meet the monster who lives in the graffiti wall on a Thursday evening, just when you were planning to go slalom skating on the pier with the group from work. You went around the corner to rent your skates and suddenly he was there. Huge blue head, eyes of dark anger, gritted teeth of fierce hunger. But somehow you liked the look of him. You asked him if monsters often live in graffiti walls, and he replied, “Only when we’re on tour.” You ask him, “What’s ‘on tour’? I didn’t know monsters go on tour-” and he says, “Oh yeah. It’s a Lonely Planet thing. We get hooked up with a local guide, visit all the graffiti walls.” “Don’t you like to hang out in other places, too?” you ask. “Like what, maybe a museum?” he answers, guffawing, and you notice his laugh sounds like a thunderclap, and everyone runs for cover but you. You stay, and your hand caresses the monster’s cheek. Before you know it, you’re making plans to go see the graffiti’d train cars out in the rail yard by the soccer stadium, and years later you’ll write a book together on the excellence in graffiti art, sold on Amazon as a coffee table book, with an average reader review of 4.5 out of 5 stars.