graf used to be my escape..when everyone else was into the gang shit i used to just steal a can somewhere and take a walk...it kept me out of trouble...and everyone was like 'thats just gas he does art' even tho i was getting into trouble, not so much in comparison, coulda been in the car with everyone else riding on people
even my mom was cool with me doing graf....i think she knew i was gonna do something with it one day...
shit used to be so fun to smell the night air and the fresh paint hoppin fences and gettin chased