After the Bloods tagged the back door to the shop entrance I was a little miffed so when I painted it again I thought pink was the way to go. No Blood would tag pink, that was my logic anyway.
I hated touching bikes covered in salt. It's the worst feeling, almost like running your nails down a chalkboard.
Here's Bob, or Liquid Metal as we called him. He is a surly fellow who uses his genius for evil. Bless your heart.
My man from Belize, David. I worked very closely with him. We pretty much rapped freestyle most of the day through. "I'm flippin. I'm trippin. I'm double dippin." -David Yearwood.
Here's my man George Chase. Yes, as in Chase Bank. Even though his family owns a huge bank, he was slumming it with us "common folk" as he'd like to call us.
Willy and I used to ride our bikes at a park near our apartments.
My Jamaican hero, Sherdon.
I don't miss the Chicago winters one bit, but I sure as hell miss my Chicago Kozy's Krew. You guys are the best.
Nate, Geoff, and Tim... I didn't have any pictures of you. Bummer.