so then i went to the states..

first up was LA. funny place, a mix of genuine people and genuine fake people. something about that place felt awkward and i guess i was expecting alot more graff to spy.. apart from a few tags here and there and the odd throwy, it was slim pickings. it caught me off guard and i found myself drinking many a beer scratching my head. i guess it made sense once i observed from a far for a few minutes... fair enough. a: cops are everywhere out there due to the gangs, crack slingers, pros and yobbo ausies and 2: the buff patrol is at work 24/7 painting and scrubbing away at anything that looks like the council didnt put it there. leaving alot of missmatched buff marks, i always got tempted to outline the blobs and turn them into wierd creatures. just like mr squiggle. but with a 30 mil burner nose...

a funny thing happened when i walked into a shop on my last day tho, bumped into david beckham. he looked at me, i looked at him... id like to think i asserted physical dominance..