sitka/xxxxx

eee here's a funny story....kinda. one night my room-mate and i were up in our apartment and shy-girl, buck50, sickboy,nickel, maybe some others...were out in our alley. my room-mate had met one of them somewhere and i just guessed the rest....maybe not all of them were there....but anyways, i started saying shit out the window like... "does any one of you have a nickel i can borrow, or maybe a buck-50? i'm a very sick-boy and i need to get to the doctor." anyways, they had no idea who the fuck i was or who the fuck lived up there....but it was kinda funny.... sorry if i sketched you guys out at all....just couldn't resist.

... none of em. every time i meet a writer who's stuff i like i usually don't click with them. either they're all thugged out or some shit. i don't know. maybe Tie. just cuz i'd hear storys about him bombing with headphones blasting kung-fu tunes, and he killed shit. one of the coolest writers i ever met was crayone. ink was with him. both cool as fuck. i was just a kid. they were doing a legal wall, had mad amounts of paint...and i was a kid in high school, which meant i had easy access to a large supply of markers. anyways traded some paint for some markers. that was cool of them.