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byuniieo · 5 years

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‘Lovely Guardian - CH 1’

「pairing: baekhyun x reader」

「genre:mafia!AU racer!AU & little bit of university!AU」

「☻A ♡F ✿S (later on)」 ✧ 「༄ - on going mini-series」

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·˚A/N✎ ﹏ I made a playlist (on spotify) that helped me create this story!! Feel free to listen to it !!

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Being early october meant there was rain and cold wind. It was fall and it’s one of your favorite seasons despite you not like being cold. You liked being able to wear warm and big baggy hoodies and the rain made you nostalgic, you thought about the man with the jade green eyes.

You usually stay up till 3AM mainly because you just can’t bring yourself to sleep so easily. I guess you could say it’s insomnia or sometimes you just think too much before going to bed. Last time you thought about having a dragon for a pet and then in the morning you ended up trying to do some witchcraft on a cat, which resulted you in chasing a cat. And no you didn’t get the cat but you found a convenience store that sold some good noodles.

Right now you were sitting at a kitchen island, with all your papers, sketch books and sketches laying around but you were sound asleep. You were just resting there ever so peacf-

“Xeno! Wake the fuck up! Your class starts in 12 minutes and i’m not driving you there!” You felt something smack the right side of your face and as you look up you instantly jumped off the stool you were once sitting on as there was a flying a book headed your way. If you could go back in time, You would’ve rather much gone back to your apartment then to have knocked on this crazy girls door at 3am.

“Damn..be a little nicer, it’s barely 7-” You quickly turned around to check the clock on the living room wall, “7:18..” You scratch the back of your head then taking a small glance the person who kindly interrupted your small sleep, which was the one and only, Kim Joy. A while ago you decided to crash at Joy’s place since tonight you didn’t want to be home alone. You and Joy met when you were in high school, 5 years ago during sophomore year. At that time you thought you met someone who was fully capable of being responsible, sadly enough you bumped into the next big hot mess and here you both are. Surprisingly still alive.

You started to pack your things into your backpack when you decided to actually look at the girl. There she stands tall and beautiful from the roots of her black hair to the very bottom of her heels, dressed in a tight black dress with a brown coat gently falling off her exposed shoulders. You had the urge to brush back the hair falling down, framing her angelic face. Its when you hear her that you snapped out of your thoughts.

“Just take a picture and get over with it.” You look up to her eyes just to see her wink. She’s always been confident in herself, either her body or her face. She never failed to show off her looks. Of course she wasn’t cocky about it, she just liked the attention.

You felt a small chuckle leave your lips and you turned around heading towards the door, “I’m good, Later.” You softly mumbled as you pulled on your old black boots and swung your bag over shoulder.

Opening the door you felt the cold air touching your face and then you heard Joy yell out from inside, “I PUT AN ORANGE JUICE BOTTLE IN YOUR BAG AND DON’T COME BACK LATER CAUSE IM NOT OPENING THE DOOR FOR YOU”

The door slams shut right behind you with a small smile adorning your face as you make your way to your first class of the day. Reaching into your pocket to take out a cigarette from its packet and you lit it up with your pink pocket lighter. Lowering your pale hands you inspect the glitter polish chipping off your nails, you puffed out a cloud of smoke without removing the cigarette from your lips.

You could say you enjoyed dressing up and looking stylish. Occasionally you’d do your makeup and nails. Some days you end up walking out barefaced and still be dressed nicely but now you could care less, with your pink oversized hoodie, over your black ripped jeans and your dirty black pair of boots.

Feeling your body get colder you cover your honey colored hair, then placed your cold hands in your hoodies pocket, you hoped the day would be better than yesterdays.

Although you already knew not to expect much from life.

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Your classroom felt warm and comfortable but looking outside you saw raindrops dripping from out of the sky onto the sidewalk below. Luckily you managed to make it to class on time, and now you were just heading out to get some coffee on this cold rainy day. Walking out of your class you saw a couple of students walking around with their umbrellas. So pulling up your hood on, you walk forward and under the rain.

“Hey Xeno! I thought you said you were quitting school?” You turned around to look at the owner of the voice and the hood on your hoodie slides off your head exposing your head to the cold rain.

You look up to see his soft brown hair falling over his dark orbs, you quickly notice his simple outfit, black jeans and a light grey hoodie under his jean jacket and the open umbrella loosely laying on his shoulder. You looked up to meet his eyes and his boyish smile, “Oh Sicheng..” Returning his smile you walked over to him and you grabbed his hand to pull him after you.

You started mumbling a response to his earlier question, “I did say that, and I was going too..but Seulgi said she’d buy me food for the year if I stayed..” Your face scrunches up as you turn to smile at him, “and well you know me.”

A fit of laughter erupted from his chest as he pulled you back and placed your hood over your head. He then turned you around grabbed your bag and gently pushed you forward, “Why am I not surprised” He muttered as he walked behind your small skipping figure, watching you step and splash in puddles.

Rain was a happy thing for you, because it reminded you of the man with jade green eyes. You and him used to play outside in the backyard on rainy days, and even though you got sick the next morning you never regretted it. Sicheng being someone who grew up with you knows this, so he let you be. Sicheng was always like an older brother to you, He held your hand when you were scared, he helped you when you struggled to do things on your own, and he always peeled your oranges because you just never could. He was legitimately the brother you never had. You and Sicheng met when you guys were little, he was your next door neighbor and since then you’ve always been together. Him and his family weren’t the closest or the best and because of that he adored you more since you never pushed him or blamed him for shit. Life can be a cruel ass, especially to those who have already “fucked up”.

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“Aye, Xeno want to come with me to the repair shop with me?” Turning around you saw Sicheng fixing the bags on his shoulders.

“Sure! Is Seulgi there?” You tilted your head watching him start walking in another direction, you began to skip behind him.

“Yeah actually, They’re all most likely there since it’s friday the shop is closed. Meaning they’re taking this time to modify their own cars.”

“Are you going to make me help you?”

“No, Last time I did that you almost broke Yeol’s window”

Your face turned bright red at the horrible memory, In fact what Sicheng said is true you sort forgot to focus on what you were doing because of Toben, Chanyeol’s dog. He was running around and nudging your legs for attention, you shuddered at the memory of Chanyeol threatening to make you into Toben’s chew toy if it were to have happened, “Yeah uh, Maybe that is a better idea.”

Sicheng emitted a small chuckle, “Well no shit, Sherlock”

You walked beside him under his black umbrella, looking up you saw a glowing galaxy drawn all over the place. You drew those for him because you were criticizing him for being “basic” and in the end he challenged you by telling you that you couldn’t do better, which resulted in a glow in the dark galaxy right over his head on rainy days.

You pulled your hood lower on your head turning to look at the steps you take, “How’s Taeyong?”

“I actually haven’t seen him in a while. He’s probably selling drugs again.” Sicheng released a sigh as he looked down at his feet too.

You knew these boys belonged to the world of “bad”, the world where there’s illegal races, drugs, violence, sex, murder, so on so forth. It didn’t bother you, You knew these boys since you were young and even if you knew your life was in some sort of danger for knowing them.. You didn’t really care. You yourself smoked, but never drank or did any xanax, heroin or any sort of drugs. You also never went to one of their illegal races. They never forced you to come but they did ask if you wanted to tag along to which you usually always refused.

“Do you think he’s taking them again..?”

“I hope not, even if he was I doubt it make any difference”

“What's that supposed to mean ?!” You turned to smack his chest.

“Nothing! Nothing! aH! I'm being attacked by a dwarf!” Sicheng pushed your hands away and closed him umbrella and started running away from you.

“Get back here you muffin top!” Running after him in the rain while your boots splashed in every puddle your small foot landed in. With a bright smile on your face you declared a race, and of course the loser buys lunch.

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“Hey Win! Can you pass me the T9 on the front counter”

Confused by the new voice you frown up at Sicheng.

“Who’s that?” You reach out and grab the umbrella from his hands.

“Kai, He’s been a racer of Suho’s for a long time but Chanyeol just brought him here in the garage a couple weeks ago” He turns around taking off his jacket and tossing it on one of the chairs nearby. “He’s pretty chill guy you might like him, but there’s this other guy that I know you’ll be happy to see.”

Right as he finished his sentence a white cloud ran alongside Toben, barking and jumping at your feet.

“Viví~” you cooed at the white puffy dog. Crouching to their level you patted their heads and rubbed their bellies. You picked up Viví and cradled him in your arms.

Standing up you walked behind Sicheng as he made his way over to this Kai person and girl when you saw this man it’s like you saw a literal god. With his honey skin, his well defined face and body, he looked like an actually god, but your mind only thought of one thing..

“Woah, Its Fancy Squidward from Spongebob!” You heard Sicheng snort and look over to see Chanyeol dying of laughter right besides his yellow Mustang GT350.

Your eyes widen in realization, “Oh! I'm sorry, did I say that out loud?!” You buried your face into the dog in your hands as you walked back to hide behind Sicheng.

That’s when you heard laughter coming from “Fancy Squidward” himself. Peeking over Sichengs shoulder you saw the boy reach over to grab the screwdriver from Sicheng’s hand.

“That was a very lovely first encounter” He looked up to meet your gaze. “Hi” He smiled at you, “Im Kai, or Jongin”

“Y/N,” Sicheng moved out of the way to start working on his car, “Sorry about that I didn’t mean to say that loud” You bent down to let the Viví play with Toben.

“You’re all good” He giggles, “Oh! That’s right uh that’s Sehun” He pointed to a black Aston Martin Vanquish right behind him. Tilting your head you noticed another tall guy standing besides the car. Instantly you recognized his face and ran towards him.

“Sehun!” You jumped up to hug him and he quickly responded by wrapping his arms around your waist as he laughed into your shoulder.

“You haven’t changed a bit.” He placed you down and pinched your cheek, “Still short as ever”

“Hey! You know what go back from where you came from because I am not liking your attitude” You slapped his hand away and crossed your arms.

“You guys already know each other?” You turn around to look at Kai and nod.

“Yeah me, Sehun and Joy met in high school” You turn to look at Sehun, “He’s just older” You stick your tongue out.

“You know he’s the same age as me right?” Sehun pats your head, “tear tear” He starts teasing you by making his fingers in the shape of T’s and imitating your pout.

“Im taking Viví!” You watched as he walks towards the car he was working on.

“I hope we become good friends” With that Kai patted your head and strolled after Sehun.

Grumbling to yourself you walked towards Chanyeol who was sitting on the floor fixing his cars tire and draped your body over his back releasing a sigh. You look at what he was doing and saw his hands skillfully move all over the place, Sometimes he grabbed his notepad and pen and wrote a few notes down. It’s like if he was so engulfed at his task in hand, he blocked out what was going on around him.

“Is anyone using the upstairs room?” You poked his cheek and waited for a response while skimming through all the tools he was surrounded in.

“No, I think it’s empty,” He placed one of the tools on his leg and started fixing a few things with his hands, “Let me guess you’re tired already?” You felt his back vibrate with the sound of his laughter.

“Yeah” You hopped off his back and made your way towards Seulgi, “Hi sexy!”

“Hey Xeno, brought me anything today?” She stood up from where she was inspecting her motorbike and turned to at you. You noticed the faded bruises decorating her face. There was a small cut on the corner of her lips and a small stitch on her forehead.

“Hey what happened to you?” You walked up to her and grabbed her face.

“Just a little rough play” She looks down at you with her a slight sad expression and when you looked at her eyes it’s like if there was some sort of unspoken words, and she just wanted to spill but instead she lightly slapped your hands away, “Go rest”

With that she turned around and started working on her bike again. Seulgi never really acted that way, She was honest and blunt with her words and always spoke up about what she wanted, You were concerned about Seulgi’s behavior but you didn’t want to push it, if she’s not in the mood, sometimes it’s best to give her time, you kind of learned that the hard way. Slowly walking towards the stairs to head up stairs you saw that Sicheng wasn’t to far from there so you strolled over to him.

“Hey Winnie, I’m going upstair.. Im kind of tired” You placed your head on Sicheng’s shoulder and scanned over the motor he was trying to work with.

“Okay, Rest well. Call me if you need anything” He looked over at you as you pulled away from where standing and made your way up the stairs with Viví and Toben trailing behind you.

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The sound of a roaring engine and an argument was heard making it way towards the garage. Chanyeol immediately stood up grabbed his gun and walked towards the big doors. Everyone also felt kind of iffy about the atmosphere and got ready to attack.

“It’s just Irene and Taeyong at it again,” Sehun yelled out towards them, being the closest one to the big doors he was able to peek outside and see who was causing the commotion. “and I think B’s car”

Him and Chanyeol walked over to the big doors and pushed them open allowing a red Lexus CL500 roll into the garage, with an arguing pair following behind. Behind those two were 5 others trying to split them apart before they’d scratch at each other’s throats.

“It’s the same bullshit with you!” Irene glared at Taeyong from where she was walking.

“Well what else was I supposed to do! What could I have possibly done when there was literally 5 guns pointed at me!” Taeyong gripped at his hair looking at Irene as she walked around the red car mimicking him.

“Hey I’m talking to you!” Taeyong walked up to Irene and pulled on her wrist and lord have mercy on him because that was the worst decision he could’ve possibly made.

That was enough to piss Irene off, she grabbed his arm and twisted it to turn him around and she pushed him against the closest wall, “Don’t you ever lay your fucking hands on me” She slammed him into the wall again and before it could’ve gotten worst Seulgi ran up to her and pulled her away.

“You ruined it all! You put her in danger again! We have been keeping her safe for more than half of her life and this is where you get us!” Irene trashes in the arms of Seulgi and soon Sehun and Joy are running up to her in an attempt to help keep her in place.

“I’m not mad about the fucking time we spent! I’m mad that you can’t be her fucking friend and think about where your decision brought her!” She managed to rip away from their grips and ran towards Taeyong punching him right on the side of his face.

“Irene that’s enough!” Everyone started shouting and trying to pull each other away from each other. They weren’t aware you woke up and started watching from the top of the stairs.

Everyone except one.

Your eyes met another pair. His eyes were in a slight glare but droopy enough to not crease his forehead. His lips seemed to be a natural pout, and the strands of white hair slightly falling over his eyebrows.

He looked ethereal despite you knowing he wasn’t anywhere near pure.

You broke out of your trance and glanced towards Irene as she kept trying to attack Taeyong. You didn’t understand the reason behind the violence, using your words can be strong enough to bring a point however whenever someone deeply upset violence seems to be the easiest way out.

You made your way down the stairs drawing a bee line in your head to where Taeyong stood. Without realizing it, the white haired boy had his attention on you since you met his gaze.

But just as your foot touched the floor a gunshot erupted from a gun and echoed through the garage.

With wide eyes you saw Taeyong falling to the floor, as his body touched the ground a small pool of blood started forming around his side.

“Fuck! B, get her out!” The sound of gunshots erupting from different guns, the sound of shattering and yelling soon become white noise as your mind goes blank and the bad memories come rolling to your head like a bullet train.

After all these years you seem to never forget those jade green eyes fluttering close.

“Honey, I’m here. Always.”

You felt a soft hand slightly tug you down behind the red car and as you looked up you saw the boy with white hair.

“I’m here, so don’t panic. I need you to listen to me so I can help you.” His dark eyes look right into yours as he pulls your hood over your head. Tugging on your arm closer to the cars door.

He takes out ,what you assume, is his gun from his pocket and in one quick motion he opens the door and slightly pushes you inside. As he does this he tosses something towards the garage doors.

And just as it touches the floor a cloud of smoke appears from the small item and everyone scatters to their own cars.

Before crawling to the other seat you managed to see Taeyong being picked up from the ground. You released a sigh of relief as you saw that the one picking him up was Sicheng.

You made your way to the other seat as the white haired boy closed the door behind him and turned on the engine.

The sound of the engine was followed along with a few more, you peeked out the window to see 3 vehicles. Chanyeol’s yellow Mustang GT350, Sicheng’s white Toyota 86, and Seulgi’s purple Suzuki GSX250R.

You felt the boy leaned over your body, so you turn to come face to face with him, his eyes met yours as he felt your lips slightly brush over his cheek.

Immediately after meeting your gaze he pulled the seat belt quickly buckling you in and speeding out the garage.

“Here.” You look over at him, seeing he’s looking up ahead, your gaze slowly trailed down to his hand extended out towards you. Grabbing the earphones from his hand you plug them into your phone to tune out the sounds around you.

And from the corner of your eye you see him smirk while taking out his gun.

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You feel a light tap on your shoulder waking you up from your sleep. Sluggishly you pulled out the buds and slightly turned your head to look at the person who just woke you up.

You see the boy slightly turn his head towards you, but the darkness outside catches your attention. And like you weren’t just asleep about a while ago you quickly looked outside the windows to be met with twinkling stars and empty fields.

“You aren’t kidnapping me right..” You slightly turn to look at the boy besides you who is seemingly entertained by your comment, “..Please don’t kidnap me.. I have yet to try cheesecake and- and I- I still haven’t tried the new coffee at the gasoline station across the street from my home so please don’t kidn-”

The boy besides you suddenly chuckles and the sound erupts some sort of feeling inside your stomach because of raspy and deep it sounded in your ears.

“I’m not kidnapping you, besides Win is right behind us.” Your gaze fall to the side mirror and you notice the white car behind you instantly recognizing the cars plates.

“O-Oh sorry.. my names Xe-“

“Aiko. I know it’s Aiko.” Your eyes widen as you hear your given name.

You didn’t hate it. It just always scared you cause it seemed to always bring you wrong attention. You were afraid that what happened to the man with jade green eyes.. would happen again. You were afraid of losing someone again because of that given name.

Yoon Aiko.

The name Aiko meant “Love Child” in other words “child who will be loved” but it’s meaning felt foreign to you. So you changed it to Yoon Xeno, Xeno meaning “foreign” or “strange”.

“How do you know my name..?”

“You’re the daughter of..” He turns to look at your eyes and seeing how they looked confused his brows furrowed in confusion as well, “Do you know who you are?”

“Yeah I’m Yoon Aiko..Why?”

“No. Do you know who you are? Your background? Your family? The place you were born in?.. Do you know Sir Lyeth?”

Lowering your gaze to you hands on your lap, your mind repeating the last question.. Do you know Sir Lyeth…?

“No, I don’t know any of these things. But if you do.. You have to tell me.” You look up at him with determination.

Of course you know Sir Lyeth, He was a friend of the jade green eyes man, and when he passed Sir Lyeth was your caretaker. But one day he suddenly disappeared and you were forced to move elsewhere, leaving you to where you are now.

“I can’t do that, It’s not my place. It would be better if you heard it from Win or Taeyong maybe even Irene or Suho but not me.”

“Why not you?” You see him change the gears while steering with his other hand.

“Because I’m Byun Baekhyun and I’m the last person you’d want to hear this from”

“I’d rather hear it from you, It hurts less if it’s the actual truth.” Stars twinkle outside and all around making it feel as though it’s falling right onto you.The car’s engine can be heard running and the gears being changed can be felt and heard from inside the car.

“There’s no going back now princess.” He turns to look at you with a slight frown.

“When you were born, everyone working for your parents feared for your life. You we’re your parents first and an only child, You were a miracle because your mom wasn’t capable of giving birth to you on her own but you made it. To everyone's surprise you were a girl, they wanted to keep you but they knew your life was endangered. Since well,” You heard him take a deep before he turned to look at you, “You’re the child of one of the biggest and strongest mafia groups out there”

And just with, that your world had stopped. Suddenly the sound of the engine and the sound of the running tires behind turned into silence. You could almost feel your own pulse and the blood slowly running through your veins.

You.. are the daughter of a mafia.

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✎ᝰ┆I was so nervous to post this, I will be going through and fix some errors ( ・∇・) It’s kind of sloppy forgive me, I was really nervous :’) But any who I hoped you enjoyed!💘

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wait-what-no-way · 7 years

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Interview with NERDS 2DX

Born in Jamaica, Queens NERDS has been adding his own unique style to every wall he approaches. From train yards to The Bushwick Collective, NERDS has no limits. His passion and dedication to the game is unmatchable. Without further ado, Writers Ink presents NERDS 2DX!

Why “NERDS”? What inspired you to choose that combination of letters?

I was always the bad smart kid in school… lol

When did you start writing?

Shit… I started noticing graff in like 7th grade, but I didn’t start to “actively” participate until High School… So like ’99, but I didn’t write “Nerds” back then… lol

Word, so about 17 years… That’s putting in work. What were the first few words you put up? Or just one prior?

I used to write “PAER,” that was my first tag.

When was the first time you went to prison?

Mid 2000’s… Like late ’05-’07… I was living in Miami, fucking up my septum with that good oil based coke… Selling 8balls and shit… Got jammed up on some charges… …I thought they were small at the time, but Florida’s judicial system isn’t New York’s. I was basically just doing my Charlie Sheen at the time… I felt like I was lucky to get that 18+ months… This was basically the time the pill mills started popping up everywhere… We all were smoking a lot of pills, going out and robbing the dope boys… Smacking $20 rocks out of their hands and doin’ the Carl Lewis… I was glad to make it out of there alive… They can keep that 18 months… It’s a gift… lol.

That’s pretty wicked. When you were in Miami, were you still writing “PAER” or had you transitioned to “NERDS.”

I got the name “NERD” around ’01-’02… I didn’t add the “S” until maybe ’07-’08 when I came back from Florida… I didn’t write much in Miami… The scene was so different… I didn’t have a car either… When I did steal or “acquire” a car… I was pretty preoccupied with other crimes…

What made you decide to come back to New York?

I had nothing left for me down there… So I decided to come back and start all over…

What was the first thing you did when you came back to New York?

The first thing I did was link up with the squad… Start painting again… I felt like I needed to get back to a sense of normalcy… And that felt like the only way.

JINS, NERDS, JROZ

What kind of spots do you and the squad like to hit?

It really all depends on the mood I’m in… Sometimes it’s something very thought out and well planned… Sometimes I have to drink a lot and I’m just like “Fuck it.”… I try to keep it diverse… Most of my squad would probably agree… We all like to challenge each other, keep us all developing.

Those shredded layers you paint are staggering, what inspired that idea?

Honestly, that idea all came from me doing collages on that fine art shit… I had like garbage bags full of ripped paper in my house… One day I was blackout drunk and started visualizing these fonts all stacked up… The idea just started really basic and then developed fairly quick… Especially once I started free-styling the colors… I’m not one of those writers who has crates of paint at their house… I’m usually working with rattlers and shit I find in my back seat… lmao… No sponsors. So it just made a lot of sense to stagger them… Especially when you’re working with quarter cans and 1 good cap… Hahah. Just gimme five scraps and I’ll smoke anybody…lol… I’ll blow cans up if I have to… lmao.

Lmao, word. That’s what’s up. How long did it take to paint that mural at the Bushwick Collective Wall in 2015?

That was actually the first non-graffiti mural I’d ever done… And at the time the biggest piece of work I had ever done… I painted it on a scaffold in the rain after work everyday for three days straight… I like a challenge… lol.

Spoken like a true savage. What type of opportunities have you had to travel different places for both galleries and straight up graffiti?

In the last few years I’ve traveled a lot… Exploring different abandoned buildings on the east coast… I fell in love with that lifestyle immediately… The isolation spoke to me in some sick way… lol… I’ve been invited to a few different festivals… experienced a lot of different cultures… Met a lot of white bitches with fat asses… They’re out there… lol.

Speaking of abandos, was that phone actually working? Or was that just for the ‘gram?? Lol. How’d you even find that place?

Lmao… Nah that shit was actually working. Deadass… made some local calls on that bad boy… Abandos are a dangerous game, especially going at it alone. If you want to find them, then you have to open your eyes… They’re all around… Keep your ears to the street and keep those clippers handy… lol.

What do you think about social media and graffiti combined?

I’ve always said that the internet itself is a tool… A tool improperly used can be dangerous… With that being said a lot of good writers careers have done well because of social media… Myself included, but I’ve been doing this when social media consisted of Bombing Science magazine and ArtCrimes.com… lmao… The internet has created a lot of hybrid styles… Which I’m all for, but a lot of the community and history has been lost… I feel like it’s a double-edged sword… Styles with no master… Street art is the entitled, ungrateful offspring of graffiti… Like the crazy dad who finally makes sense when you’re older… lol.

Who would you say has influenced your style the most?

At this point in my life, I get influences from all different areas of art… That’s a loaded question… Growing up in Queens I was mentored by a lot of old school BMK crew… Optick/ Smend… As I grew up traveling around the city, I became more aware of the variance of styles… SLOPE from BK had a lot of styles… SETUP.. I was definitely influenced by ESPO and his gates…. I never wanted to feel one dimensional in a specific style… As I got older I pushed myself to be diverse… So at this point I don’t even sketch anymore… It’s just a bag of tricks at this point… I like it like that… I’m a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, rolled in a big ass cigarette with coke on the tip… Hahaha.

From your story about Miami I can tell things were pretty wild. What was a wild experience you had in NY?

A few years ago when I was shooting my video entitled “No Invite” I went to Yonkers to search out a ‘bando. I had never been there before and had no idea how to get in…(**Side-note** At this point I had been on a three day cocaine binge. I had about 2 G’s left tucked in my sock. I was really fucked up… You know the type of fucked up that every line of Coke do you do falls out of your nostrils because your septum is just overworked…) Anyway I find the entrance to the building through a basement window that had about a 12 foot drop to the ground … there was a chain attached to the wall a few feet from the window that I grab and climb down. Meanwhile I had no idea how I was going to get out of the building when I was done nevertheless …But Fuck it though……I made my Way to the third floor. I found a wall with good light and started to unpack my paint (But If You’ve never had the unfortunate pleasure of spending three days with no sleep doing cocaine like Marion Barry… Chances are you will begin to hallucinate.) All of a sudden I hear someone say “Hellooo.” I pause while going through my cans and there is the voice again “Helloooooo??? “with some weird accent. At this point I couldn’t tell whether I was hallucinating or if this was really happening. There was the voice again, “Helloooooooooooooooo” with a weird Russian Polish-ish fuckin’ accent. So all of a sudden….I couldn’t tell you why… haha… I just yell Out ..”What’s Good Nigga!!”…..I still don’t know if I’m hallucinating or not yet or if it’s the fuckin’ boys but I’m wayyyyy to fucked up to be analyzing the situation that deep…haha… The dude yells back “Hey hey hey!!!… I’m lost, I can’t find the way I came in!!!”….about 45 seconds later he comes around the corner into the room I’m in… He’s one of those German/ Polish/ Russian /Mediterranean Merrill wearing photographer urbex dudes… I tell him the way I came in and he tells me he tried it and can’t climb the chain. He’s extra flustered… I tell him “Relax… I got you…” I show him the room where I climbed in through the window… I climb back up the chain on some American drugs ninja warrior shit and dead grant out the frame of the window off with just my feet. I grab his hand and lift him to a point where’s he’s comfortable enough to scale the chain… (I swear just reliving this story is fuckin’ ridiculous…lol.) I shimmy back down the chain, he’s extremely grateful… He says something to me and gives me a salute lol, (the type of salute you see Afghanistan kids give American soldiers…lol.) I trek back upstairs to finish the piece I started… About 1 hour later it gets really dark really fast… So I make my way back to the room to climb out. It’s fuckin’ freezing, my hands are cold and stiff, the chain I have to climb is like an ice cube, and I’m totally gassed. I don’t have the energy to climb it… I start walking room to room trying to find one loose plywood board on any random window…I’m kicking shit..trying to get out by any means… I don’t even give a fuck about the cops at this point I’m freezing… Any booking is better than death…#deadass… I sit down and light a cigarette and evaluate the situation. All of a sudden a flash light hits me through the elevated window and I hear that weird ass Russian/German/ Polish niggas voice…”HELLO!?!?!?!”……I just break out laughing… (It turned out that garbled foreign shit he was sayin’ to me as he went out the window earlier was him letting me know he was coming back with friends later)..They throw down a rope ladder and climb down. We give each other pounds and exchange language neutral expressions of respect and gratitude. I climbed out the window and never saw those tourists again…karma, huh?

When have you gone to bookings and got placed in the same cell with someone you knew?

Every time I go to jail or booking or whatever I always end up with a story. I’ve got more stories than the fuckin’ bible…lol. Sometimes when I’m about to tell a story even I know how unbelievable some of this shit is…lol

So, it’s maybe 09-11…hahah…whatever. I’m walking down 62nd on the east, fresh new chrome uni. At the time I was flipping everything from dimes to biftys of green straight delivery style. I even had a beeper on some late mid 90s clockers shit (Dope Spike Lee Movie.) I just ground the tip down of this brand new uni silver from my mans “Geo” at the Scrap Yard…

I’m approaching 1st ave and there’s a fresh mailbox… I roll up on it, bust off a quick handstyle. Exclamation, swirl, all that… I keep walking… All of a sudden I hear this whistle start blowing crazy…!!!!!!!!!!!….!!!!!!!!!!!!…..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!…

I turn around and 2 bike cops roll up on me fast as fuck… Did the power slide and everything..Baywatch shit… At this point I’m literally on the curb standing on the sewer grate… Out of pure instinct I drop the marker in the gutter… “Where’s the marker buddy?….Where’s the cans?…Turn around …You think we didn’t see you?” I don’t say shit… They look around for a while and see it in the gutter…(* I fucking swear to you*… They brought a fucking police tow truck to lift up the grate and retrieve the marker like it was a fucking CSI investigation no lie.*)… They ship me to the precinct… From the precinct to the Tombs (my 2nd Home)… Once I make it To the second cell I’m tired and there’s no open space… I see this dude layer out across a big piece of real estate….I walk over and I don’t know why but the first thing I see is his sneakers… Some Black shell toes with rainbows stripes…(I know a nigga with those kicks…I’ve never seen anyone else with them, but they’re obviously not the only pair in existence.) His shirt is pulled over his face to block the fluorescent lighting…I tap him on the shoulder.. “Ayo…Slide down a little bit nigga…” He pulls the shirt off his head…..NEMZ ..muthafucker!!!!!! …We start bugging out… The CO is telling us calm down and shit…He got wrapped up in some other shit (that’s his story to tell..hahaha.) Anyway it turned out he’s already been here for like 24hrs. By the time we reach the lawyer cell we have been together for hrs… (Btw Shout Out To Azel Cs..Lower East side Boy…there isn’t a a bookings I’ve been in that he doesn’t have scratchies/ lighter tags u name it.) We go up to see the judge, some of his family was there and they’ve met me on different occasions…lol. So when they saw me there they thought we were co-defendants…hahahah…Let’s just say I wasn’t that welcome at the family house for a while…hahah.. #deadass… lol.

Anyone you want to give a shout out to?

First and foremost none of this would be possible without ME… So let me start by thanking myself… Big Shout Out To My Ace.. DIM TIS CSF… I never would of been in this game if it wasn’t for him… Shout out to The whole TIS Familia…SENO, SEAK, NEMZ CIR, and my nigga EONIS out in Atlanta… My 2dx family state to state…DEK, SMASH, SANS, RUKUS, MINUS, SNEK, Smirk, CRIS, ETHEK, REUP out in Baltimore and SKIZM… All My CSFamily…Brooklyn!!…GIGS, FRESH5, SLUE… All my WATCriminals…USEE, LEER, GASE EK, BIRD… My Dude RANT in Ohio… My Man CAKED WPK..”Aka” Brick Tosser…..The team is huge… Also Shout out to the homies EVAK, EGORE, CENT… My nigga OVER NFG… And Of Course The Great JIN’S 5MH…..Shout out to Queens… And Last But Not Least… RIP BAK ,RIP ZNO ,RIP PANAS, RIP YEAH ,RIP CEFR…. You’re truly Missed… We’ll paint again soon…..…I’m Out.

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