What’s in a Name?

Abigail Wadsworth Serfass
September 2, 2015
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OUT
The guys in my housing project gave me my first graffiti tag: OUT. I thought it was a random name, but it probably referred to how often I’d strike out in baseball. I wasn’t much better as a tagger. I was a toy, at least for the first few months, incapable of holding a chisel-tip marker correctly, at a forty-five degree angle so the width of each stroke remained consistent. Style was secondary to me. Getting up—that’s why I began writing, my name for all to see. I started with the school hallways

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