Vendalism

I knew it was bound to happen.  Some dipshit tagged the vending machine.  Tucked just beyond the line of sight of the vigilant bartenders, what self-respecting tagger could resist the beckoning glittery, dark blue open canvas that is the dark side of the Venderia?  Then again, what artist worth respecting would deface a fellow artist's work?  Cleary the culprit is a total dunce.

Clearly.

Luckily, Betsy May saved the day by providing me with some outstanding graffiti-removing solvent.  I got rid of all the tags in about 10 minutes, but I kept the star.  Thank you Betsy May!