




No cell phones, no social media. Just kids roaming. Little Havana, 1997: Vandal Sh!t is a memory reel from when we’d pack a bag of spray cans, hop the Metrorail, and cut through the sketchy corners to reach the Hialeah Pennant, an abandoned building that felt like a cathedral to us. We threaded past gangs and cracked sidewalks for one reason: to get our names on those walls.