Yeah, it’s been a minute since I had time to drop by and contribute. Something about single handedly producing a 40 page magazine, dealing with finals at school, getting hit and run by some piece of shit while riding a bike, blah blah blah yeah yeah enough of my bullshit.
At a lack of graffiti news to gush over or some latest gossip (Although the Shepard Fairey wall getting bombed by Adek was fairly raw yes?) I’ve decided to post my stash box. once home to stuff that’d boil your mind, it’s now home solely to the purp and the green.
I made this thing in my mid twenties. The bottom portion of the box was all done in one night to the tune of a sugar cube. The top portion was and is more a work in progress. There’s the pipe that survived being dropped, the bowl that’s all that’s left of a broken bong, my dope club card, my debit card, a photo of my ex, some stickers I got from some gallery opening, rolling papers, trash, laundry money, a gold ring that got bent onto my finger in an accident that nearly destroyed my index finger, matches, etc etc….
measure Z