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JamaicaMotel

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  1. Drive around in a donk. Shoot tourists in the head with high powered rifles.
  2. WHAT I COULD FIND FROM THE COLDEST DAY EVER. NEVER FORGET KING OIL
  3. I WAS GETTING THE CRAZIEST CHILLS DOING THIS.COULDNT STOP THINKING ABOUT THE DAYS WE PAINTED THIS SAME WALL TOGETHER.I KNOW YOU WERE WITH ME IN SPIRIT.I MISS YOU BERNIE
  4. i remember this one! this was actually an unfinished oil that nero and i walked up on in georgia..the o and half the i were filled in and it must of rolled out on him. nero and i finished the fill and i busted the outline.. i felt honored to being able to do an oil on a train. i kinda felt like i was walking in shoes fit for a king but just a couple sizes too big for me. i remember telling him the next day i finished it for him and he was crackin on me askin if i put any of my fruity color schemes in it for him.. i was like naaa just that oiler homedepot special rusto black and white all day. we clowned and hoped it would pop up one day on the lines since i never got a flick of it.its kind of a bittersweet memory.
  5. everymorning i keep waking up and realize this is no dream.i havent been able to look at this thread for more than a minute without breaking down. bernie saw something in me and my friends no one else could see at the time. before any politics were ever involved bernie was the most str8 up guy i had ever met. bernie changed my fucking life . i remember the first time meeting him. me and crons had been painting the night before and i went to take flicks. right down the street from where we did our fills over some toys bernie had gone and done a silver over some beef of his at the time. i wigged out and was amazed at the fact that this guy went out in our vicinity and didnt wait to catch us or rob a brand new fill off our garbage at the time. i snap flicks of our work and his and the next thing i know im on the 836 getting a call from a girl saying shes at a tattoo shop with some guy who calls himself oil and he wants to meet me. i didnt know what the fuck was going on. did this guy follow me watch me paint and then find my girl to tell her to bring me to him? was he going to beat me down or tell me i wasnt allowed to write my name anymore? the stories i grew up hearing about bernie had me scared and somewhat confused but i knew i had to go step up. i get to the shop and this guy comes out and gives me love like we had known each other for decades. bernie and i had no affiliation with letters and for all i was worth at the time he could have ended my career that day. but instead he jumped in with the homies and we ended up on a week long party with old and new friends enjoying eachothers company. from that day on my life was never the same. we didnt need to paint to be down, this guy was about being down then going and wrecking. not about wrecking and then hoping we can chill and get along.if we were chilling i felt on top of the world, if we were painting i felt on top of the world.if my letters came out like complete boof bernie would be like but yo p u handled that color scheme like no other. there was always a positive note to end on with bernie. bernie was in the handful of people i could call a close personal friend. and his legacy will forever continue to change my outlook on this world every fucking day. i really wish i never had to write this but i miss you bernie. my life and many others that followed will never be the same. PROKS
  6. definitely krowned by thousands
  7. OIL never stops putting in workkk...get it righhttt
  8. YO you paper toy "Prox"... do your history before you start picking names to write..get it right or get erased.. PROX KBT WH any questions
  9. too many memories..never forget seventeeeeennnn
  10. Daym cuz is benchinnnn harrddd.. itchin'
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