An Open Letter To The Tagger Under The Grossmont College Overpass

I was actually sad the day they painted over the message someone had left for me. A sweet benefactor, not with money or real estate, but thoughts and love; left me a note. I saw it every afternoon on the last leg of my journey home from work. You are beautiful. the message was so TMBG. So Linnell, so Flansburgh, so Michael Stipe. And then one day, it was gone. Just gray. I understand getting rid of graffiti. But that simple message, stenciled neatly, not sprayed in some cryptic font, never hurt anyone. It wasn't lowering property values or sneaking off of the overpass at night to break windows or deal in drugs or favors. Thank you, dear friend I'll never know, for putting it back up there. I still remember. I am beautiful.