How're you street bud? I'm doing great... Thanks for asking.
I honestly don't know how to go about writing this... So I'm just going to come right out and say it... I LOVE YOU!!
*shakes head* Actually, no. That's not what I wanted to say. I just wanted to say that you're pretty chill...
And yeah. That's pretty much it. You still go out at night to do what you love, and for that, I think you're really... courageous? Brave? Dunno that right word. All the word choices for that sound really formal and stuff.
Anyway, I'm jealous of the fact that you still have the balls to go out and painting... Even though you almost got hit by a taxi. Even though you were almost arrested. Even though you racked up enough fines to buy a new laptop.
Maybe we'll see each other at the courthouse. :)
Well... Yeah. Here's to the fact that we both love Banksy's art, street art, New York City (Soho! Yeah Bitches!).
I love how whenever I talk to you it's like I'm talking to myself since you're so sarcastic and narcissistic. In fact, I think that's how we started our first conversation. Anyway, you asked where i was all your life once. The answer was: right across the river...
Damn, this is sounding a lot like one of those touchy letters... I don't do touchy so I'm just going to end this now before I blow my image into millions of tiny little pieces.
Oh, FOR GOD'S SAKE, LUKA!! Go eat something other than rabbit food for once. It won't kill you. I promise.
Your Street Goddess,
PS i'm still jealous of how you have all the cool paints :3 My parents took mine away from me... Oh well. I still don't go out.
PPS I hope your fume withdrawal doesn't affect you too much.