damn...one night I got way too smashed, got separated from the people I was with, got fuckin lost in an area of montreal I wasn't familiar with, and I was shit broke. so I'm heated, I can't speak french very well, and I can't get a soul to let me use their phone. I'm catching hands n' fills as I'm wondering aimlessly, thinking, Fuck...I'm so fucked. I'm gonna have to find a spot to crash (fortunately it was summer) or I'm gonna do something stupid & get arrested. I start writing on this pole near a secluded driveway that had throwups & tags all over it (a couple of which were Jays), and I hear some kids say something to each other walking towards me like, "oh shit, check it out." they come up & look at what I wrote asking me what I write and what's up and shit. I tell them my situation and the one kid who introduced himself says he was about to do a fill on this brick where they recently buffed him, around the corner. they let me use one of their phones to contact my peoples and guided me in the right direction to meet them. When this kid told me what he wrote & what they were up to I remember thinking, damn...these kids are young for how up they are, and of all writers to meet...I mean they were smoking blunts n' shit, this girl & this other dude from the group were making out on the street while we were talking, and this other kid was just inspecting the shit out of the pole I hit like as if to verify I didn't need to get beat down or some shit. I remember being so grateful that I ran in to some good people finally and If I hadn't, who knows what would've happened. All in all, it was a crazy adventure, and I can't thank that kid enough for making my night. Peace due, and again good looks & stay up.
that kid was Jays. May he rest in peace. 1.
