graffiti ghosts. me and copp met the painter today. i told him about the park district ladies in their massive vehicle smiling as i leaned back into the fresh wall. and he said those weren't painters, i'm the painter and i generally put signs. copp was nuzzling his hand with the bucket. i said here copp. he got dewy eyes and said, my first dog was named Copper, when i was four. he jumped the fence and bit, and was sent to the farm. even then he knew, it was the euphemistic farm. he'd bought it. he said, i'll put signs. i'll look i said. he passed us on the point and gave the thumbs up sign. i gave the peace sign. my graffito Wet Paint, disappeared. i'm sure he presumed it was mine.