I’ve always been enamored with graffiti. Some of it’s legitimately impressive works of art that I’ll never be able to wrap my mind around. Then you’ve got the Banksy types making political statements that go for millions at auction houses. There’s your men’s bathroom stall crude tagging just out of sheer boredom during dumps. But no one has quite dominated a city, brought it to its knees, and have the police shaken to their core like the Penis Man.
The Penis Man is a watchful, silent hero of Tempe, Arizona. Don’t let anyone tell you any different. Don’t allow the slanted media to pit you against the Penis Man. History books will be written, this time in society will be reflected upon, do YOU want to be on the side against The Penis Man? Of course you don’t. Long Live The Penis Man, may no street corner, stop sign or park bench go untagged in Tempe as long as you reign.