Over this past summer I received an email to this website from a man who worked at a local Police Department. He asked me to call him and discuss some posters that had been put up around the city. I assumed the worst and removed all my blog postings that might incriminate me further. Having seen too many spy/cop and robber movies I immediately tried to figure out where the nearest payphone was to my apartment and how to get a hold of a voice changer.
Then I realized I would have to use the quarters previously designated for laundry. I picked up my cell phone and made the call. 20 minutes later I hung up the phone.
During the conversation he politely called me Mute and never even considered asking for my last name. His mom has been an artist for a long time and he likes the idea behind my stencils. He had received an anonymous email complaining about one of my stencils and was just following up. I was able to enlighten him on the identity of this anonymous tipster (for someone had sent me some much quoted hate mails from their personal email account) as well as the ingredients in my homemade paste (though not the amounts). He had found great entertainment watching some other officers try to peel off one of the posters.
"Have a great day, Mute"
"You too, officer"
*CLICK*
And I was so looking forward to the community service that I had been previously promised. Damn.
