Tagger by Todd DiCiurcio

scrreeeeeecchhhhh....brakes of the train....break for the door....tagger watches for the stain glass people behind safety goggles and rips through the mid wing section and paints a gally door....he calmy steps through the tin mind feeling the riproar of metal bending as a thin air tapestry on his eardrums.....and into the cargo area of the new vessel.....he looks down to see red carpet and walks toward what appears to be a blacklight glow....clicks, cameras, he ducks and sprays over the lenses so no trace can be made......he tags the wall with anti illuminati bubble letters, but the stain glass people see his actions still and are becoming disappointed.....suddenly a flashback of flying over the night time sky between the buildings and he begins the ascent in his wondrous car and fighting to draw it all out....he sprays the air creating constellations of his journey on the sky bubble's plexi wall, and before he could finish.........a bump nudge "last stop, transfer to the S available across the tracks....." the chorus of a song "try again aaaaaand try again , my friend..." is echoed on the platform by a subway serenader with bare feet and a scruffy beard.....does he know what's going on here??.....