cars-ten

It's been awhile since I sat down on the old wing backed chair and told you guys a tale from my old days of running round at night with cans, pens and a head full of graf. So here goes: It was a nice clear night, but frankly, it was early- about 11pm I reckon. Now, this was not a great time to go bombing the hood in our area. Too many people were still awake and alert. The streets were bare (they always are around there) but still, the risk factor was larger than I liked, and I'm like a nice small risk factor. The idea of spending another night locked in a prison cell wasn't in the least bit appealing. I had with me my nice fat 2.5" red