Just as this day is going to end another one has already started.

I just realized I really have to step my game up for graff, no more with this toy as shit, running around the city and spraying "simple." As these writers seeing my graff, it's a embarrassment, what the fuck was I thinking...

Today, I'm walking around the neighbourhood with some of my boys, eyeing places to get at and "actually show" what I am made of... Talking about racking paint, i just really need to going painting, my own personal drug. As were walking we passed some paint store, I was going to cop some paint but then I figured to myself, why the fuck I'm I buying paint, I should be racking.
As that thought took over me it was now my adrenaline rush just to do anything, to rack, as I enter the dollar store my heart is racing while walking to the paint section. I notice the cameras were all shut down. One of my boys distracting the cashier. Opening my duffle bag I started pouring the cans into my bag, I was set. Calling my boy to leave, he comes, we walk out the store as I say to myself " can't believe I actually done that..."