When I was younger, I used to write graffiti. I loved it and still do. It was closely connected to the lifestyle I was living. Phaser or phase was my tag. I wasn't very good, but I had friends that were amazing. There was an abandoned theme park or something in New Jersey, covered in graffiti, that my friend did a piece at. While I was skating an old log flume or something good for snake runs, a security guard came and my friend gave him some excuse for why we were there. I don't remember what he told him or how it happened, but he left us alone. My friend's piece was dope.
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