The graffiti appeared over the course of a week. RIP Bullet, RIP Koolaid, RIP Jamie on brick walls, wooden fences and metal shop shutters. It took longer for the news to filter through to us that a 20-year-old man who lived on our estate was stabbed in a nightclub elsewhere in London and died on the way to hospital.
The week of graffiti culminated in a sombre candlelit procession one evening, accompanied by djembe drum, with a hundred or so people of different ages and ethnicities walking down our street.
RIP Bullet. May he rest in a peace denied from him in life, a peace now denied to those he leaves behind.