Peice

For your birthday I got you three Montana hardcore cans with a New York style fat cap

Classic combo, yeah I used the five finger discount but I gave the manager a hug before I jacked them. And I complimented his new watch.

The wrinkles on his face came together with his smile, I suppose compliments can’t make up for theft, but I feel as though karma understands that I mean well.

You put up for me.

Driving past your pieces made me feel at peace.

Your throwies made me feel A-OK when the car was emt.  Your style was flowing.

We’d go bombing each anniversary; you paint me as you see me. Letters spell Shell-Bee you laughed and said you could break my shell.  I hoped you were right, you tied a kite string around my heart and damn I was so lifted, I was in the heavens and still had miles of string to let loose

Our father’s substance dependencies let to destructive tendencies

But vandalism kept him from insanity and taught me how to love