When I was 15 I promised myself that I would never turn into one of those sucker writers that only painted legals. I am really eating crow What can I say, I am old and I live in a communist country:) I stubbled upon the graf scene in China when I first got here. At a bar one night I started talking to an Aussie that I had know for a while. Just then found out that he was a writer too. Weeks of phone tag later, we ended up hitting a metal gate that belong to a bar owner we knew. I had little idea that a rinky-dink character would throw me into the booming graf arena in my new home of Fuzhou.

I had ran into a few Chinese writers prior to first painting here and invited them to watch us. They showed us the places to get the best colors. Though the paint here is terrible, it does offer a better color selection that the true school favorite Krylon, but that is off the subject. I had seen little that these guys had done outside of a few tags and a couple of outlines with no fill. I wondered, where were the other writers?

A few months ago while hanging out in KFC, I saw a guy come into the place that looked like a writer, he had all the tell-tell signs: dirty hands, shifty eyes, and graf painted on his bag and hat. I motioned for him to come over. When he did, I showed him a few pictures of my stuff that I had on my laptop. I hadn't had this experience in years: approaching a new writer with my work. I suppose I just stopped caring, not about graf, but other writers. He in turn pulled out his book; we traded numbers and agreed that we would definitely have to get up together.

Well, that day came in June, and to my surprise Jimmy called the press, and we ended up in the local paper. Check out the pictures and video I have of the event. If you can read Chinese, you can learn all about it from the article.