Chill out..

                                                                                   

Handstyles are big in New York..



Throwups, tags,
dubs, etch bath..

                                                                                 

                                                                                     

                                                                                  

                                                                               

                                                                                 

Shit was nice..

                                                                                 

                                                                                 

                                                                                

                                                                                  

                                                                                   
Security cameras are almost non existant,
especially on the subways..

                                                                                    

                                                                                   

                                                                                      
Most of the stations are made up of
white tiled surfaces..

                                                                                   

                                                                              

Streets were nice too..

                                                                               

                                                                                 

                                                                                

                                                                                                                                                                

                                                                               

                                                                                

                                                                                       
Whether it was heads from back in the ends,
big names from famous crews around the world
or man dem i hadn't yet got familiar with,

                                                                                

                                                                           

                                                                               

                                                                                  

                                                                                     

  My ends was poppin'..

                                                                                
When it got to the point where my visa expired,
i tried to keep my head down..

                                                                                      
lay low..

                                                                                  

Chill out..

                                                                                   

Dick wad...
Every once in a while,
a writer would come stay at my yard..

                                                                                 
after a few days of hitting a couple spots

                                                                             

they'd breeze..
                                                

                                                                          
Usually leaving me with some extra paint lying around the place..

                                                                               
This was before i had a decent means of getting hold of paint,
so with a few good tins laying around, i'd go drop something..

                                                                       
Somewhere..

                                                                              

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Working in the city..



It had plenty of movement,



variation,



It was deep..
There was this one client i used to love dealing with..
She was a real sweetheart..



Her company was located right by the water,
by the west side highway if i'm not mistaken..

I'd get the call,

               

stop burning DVD's,

   

an skank out the door..

     

The walk to her office,
i'd easily stretch the 20 minute walk
into a 40 minute stroll..
No problemo..

           

No matter when i arrive,
she was always too busy to see me anyway..
Again..
No problemo..
I'd grab some coffee an
go sit on the waterfront..

                                                                             

Cotching on my jaes,
breathin' in the crisp clean air,
i'd let my feeble mind wander..
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What shall i cook for dinner?

                                                                                   

Where am i going this weekend?

                                                                            

What shall i wear?

                                                                       

Real meaningfull shit..
If my brain would begin to focus
on a topic of actual importance or meaning,
my phone would start ringin'..

                                                              

Time to get my ass back to the office..

                                                                         

Get some work done..

                                                                        

Tough times..

                                                                     

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