Riku: "Fyre, gimme my fucking brass knuckles back. Those were on my dresser, you took them off my dresser, give them back. BET!"
Riku: "That side-bust of mine is fucking hilarious."
Riku: "Rio, I know where you live."
Riku: "No, I'm not finished, keep typing. Hold on, lemme think, ok, everybody better come to my girls' birthday party this Saturday (aka, tomorrow). Shit's the jump-off. Happy birthday homegirl, much love, I KNOW YOU READ THIS SHIT!"
Riku: "Wait, hold on, lemme get another beer. Can I get another one, skweez?"
Skweez: "Yeah, go for it."
Riku: "You want one?"
Skweez: "Nah, I'm straight."
Riku: "Ok, we're back. That hughes fill is dope! It looks like its checkered with the bricks. With the vertical stripes and the horizontal masonry. Yeaaaaaaaaaah."
Riku: "Looks like Rufio's been paintin a lot lately. That's good."
Riku: "Yeah, if you all haven't forgot, I run this shit. With all my mad ups that aren't even posted on this site. I will be taking a break this winter to write music and create sound installation art and continue my researching of the Detroit graffiti art revolution. I will return smashing shit when the time is right. In the meantime, everybody should ride a bike."
AMERIKU IN CAPITAL LETTERS.