Finally, I was set free after being trapped away by someone I thought was my friend it is once again my time to shine. And shining is what I do best. I admit that when I was here last I was a little out of control and out of my mind- but I am an artist. I live free. By any means. There are no boundaries and if feel like I need to wear my clothes a certain way and wear my hair pink then that is my right.
It’s funny though, when I was here last I was put in a cage because I loved to tag. Man, New York City was the place to be in the late 70’s and 80’s. Don’t let my birth date fool you. I am both older and younger than I look. Anyway, I used to tag up the building and the walls in the Bronx while B-boys did their dance to the base line laid down by DJs like GrandMaster Flash and Cool Herc. That was a time to be alive. When you art could get you arrested because society didn’t understand my creativity. I created the setting to the music that created the sound that brought forth the revolution.
And now I’m back. Where I’ve been is a story for another day. But What I have learned that much like when I left the country is run by a movie star that is looking to stop the revolution. I may not be able to create for long.