I don’t know who is making this graffiti with my name on it, but I’m not complaining about it.
I wonder who King Joshua is:
Apparently someone else wonders too:
I also didn’t color it red, nor remember seeing concrete etchings filled in like that before.
Others are keeping it simple, I guess someone born thirty-one years ago. I was in college in 1992.
EDIT: Another sighting, this time on Sixth Avenue:
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