During the early '80s, I was running around bombing (graffiti-speak for quickly getting your moniker up) the NYC subway system. Trying to go "all city," which basically meant getting your tag (i.e., your brand) up on all the train lines to be seen by as many "writers" (more graffiti speak for other graffiti artists) as possible. I remember one time waiting for a subway car I had just bombed to make its way to the station platform so I could take a picture. While waiting, another train pulled into the station, and as I stood there admiring the work of my contemporaries, I overheard "straphangers" (the normies) heatedly complaining about my art form. One woman exclaimed, "What the hell is that?" Someone else said, "Why am I paying for this service? To look at shit!" I laughed to myself as the train with my tag, STRES, came into the station. I thought, "What the hell do they care? It's not for them; it's for me." Graffiti is all about getting out there having your work seen. It wasn’t until almost 23 years later, watching Family Guy on TBS, that I found myself in the same shoes as those straphangers.