It's one of the things that bugs me most about DC: the graffiti in our neighborhood just plain sucks. No style at all, just one nervous hoodlum's crappy black spraypainted tag on every newspaper box.
If I thought it'd help, I'd leave one of these Graffiti Writer's Coloring Books out for him, maybe in a baggie taped to the crosswalk post. But I think it's too late for him. The kid, on the other hand, can still be taught.
To be honest, though, I'm most worried about the absence of subway cars in the coloring book; perhaps it's the Fakeproject Corporation of America who needs a little schooling in the history of the art.