Another time that makes you ask why?

On August 12 2001 something happened that changed my life forever. My best friend, Nace, my hero, idol, my reason for painting, was killed in a car accident due to a drunk driver. A straight edge drug free person was killed by a drunk fucking asshole. This made me question everything in life, the reason for living, the laws of karma, right and wrong, and lead me on a downward drug spiral that almost killed me. Well did three times but was brought back to life for some reason. 

Not to long after my Kansas City Homeboy and VSB crew member Tues was killed in another car accident.

July 13 2009, my second Mayhem Brother was killed. Sace was someone that had the world by the balls, but like me an addiction had him by the balls. I knew what he was going threw and knew the incurable suffering of addiction and the path of destruction left at its foot steps that affects the addict, their family's, and their friends.

Later that summer in August, another friend, Oil, Crude Oil, Oiler, the head of my new crew WGE passed away. I had known him for years and had known of him for years, but had just started to really start spending serious time with him. I could tell we were cut from the same fucked up cloth. I'm proud to say I am the last person he actually put down in the crew which is now well on its way to straight killing shit for real.

I spent a lot of time cleaning myself up. I figured if I have survived what I have survived, I was put here for a reason. I stopped doing the daily madness that is the life of a hardcore drug addicted and got my shit together. I have had problems with my best friends, problems with crews, and just took time to be alone, paint, and get clean and where I needed to be.

Then in 2011 I met someone who helped me really get my shit together. I realized it was time to not only get my shit together in a big way, but come back out in the biggest way ever. She knows who she is and I thank you. Big things are happening at a rate I can not believe.

But in the slow realization that with all my hard work I might finally make it, a big accomplishment for me, I was once again knocked out by the news of what I thought could never happen. The death of my fifth crew mate and Third Mayhem Brother, Nekst, and only a few days before Christmas  This is news I hopped to never again hear, let alone at this time of the year which is already hard to not eat a bullet during.

Over the years my and Nekst like a lot of crew members have gone in different directions. I was hurt to see him stop pushing mayhem and push other crews, but this is something that happens. People grow apart, and grow closer to others, and you push the crews of who you roll with the most. This doesn't in anyway take away the years we spent together, the good times, the bad times, the down right out of our mind times.

Nekst was one of a kind in a world of one of a kind people. He stood out in a crowd of people that all stand out. He was one of the tuffest humans I have ever met and one of the craziest I have ever met. I don't know what to say but if you met him, you knew. That look in his eye where you didn't know weather to laugh or run, like the look in a sharks eye. He was a maniac that did spots that others couldn't even talk about. And did them in a size and style others couldn't pull off on a legal wall.

If you were lucky enough to know him, you were lucky. I feel that about everyone I know. But its time we learn a lesson about all these deaths. Life is short, real short. Especially what we do. Stupid simple misunderstandings lead to life long grudges and its bullshit. Its time we all realize that "live fast die young" and "yolo" is a great caption to write on a clean, but not a cool way to die.

If my five friends were still alive, this life, this game wouldn't even look the same. We don't need to loose anymore. I have been down the road of doing all the drugs just to do them. Driving cause I was the drunkest one. And I stopped it before I killed someone or myself. You don't have to die to be a legend  I hope all my fallen brothers are resting in peace, or at least hanging together.

I made it through everything I have made it through for a reason, and I am gonna do something with the life I have left. Something big. Don't worry it's coming. But right now, Rest in Peace Nace, Sace, Tues, Oil, and Nekst. Plus all of your homeboys. RIP is so last year. Lets try to do 2013 together and alive.

Use this time to get on Facebook, Instagram, where ever you can and pay your respects. These people all deserve it. And to the families of all those, I am so sorry, words can't even begin to describe. But your son's where the hero's and rock-stars of a world that you just can't understand. The things they did that you used to yell at us about, that's what is causing hundreds if not thousands to spend Christmas crying. Your sons really did something. Illegal or not. That's no longer this issue. They were kings in a world the created. The were stand up men in a world of people sitting down. They really did things that changed peoples lives. They changed my life. 


So if you "know" me you know that I had some plans for the past week in Miami that were gonna forever change the world. Do to the world being forever changed up were I am living at, I can't leave the county, state, or country, or really do any of my normal "work" . So currently the "major" plans are on hold.

In bigger news, I need a lot of money. As much as I can gather and then times that by ten. If you ever wanted to own some art, now would be the time to do it. Order now and have it by Christmas. Paintings, drawings, framed signed limited edition prints, photos, Paint! Order now. Or tell me how much you would like to spend and I will tell you what is available. Got $100 dollars, tell me and I will send you much more than $100 dollars worth. Got $10 dollars? That will work too. Any amount, everything must go.

Besides ALL MY PAINT and art, I am also selling my art collection. Got $2500? Now would be the time to invest and get a $10,000 painting that will never decrease in value. I will not stear you wrong. I have a large collection from a lot of famous writers. Prints, Original Art. Posters, Out of Print Books, Out of Production Paint, lets make a deal. You will be rewarded for years to come. I am not one to beg, but this is me begging. Keep hope and Newa alive! 

Graffiti Petey The Graffiti Rat

Graffiti Petey The Graffiti Rat

WTF happened??

Well sometimes life just kicks you right in the Justin Biebers.  Makes you remember all the real times with real niggas doing real things and how them days are over. Kaws has a float in the Macy’s day parade, Euro paint is sold for two dollars a can on Ebay, the “new writer’s” aka “rat toy bitches” can’t do 24 hours in jail without ratting out everyone they ever knew, and I’m stuck here in hell till god knows when.

What went wrong in my life…And for the aforementioned rat toy bitches.. What, did you think this shit is all fun and games and legal? That’s why the whole world does it. Go rack then post what you racked on the internet. Did you think when you posted all 11 of your pieces with you posing in front of them on instagram that was a smart thing that all writers do? Just because Cope does it doesn’t mean you have to. When you’ve done less in your entire career then most writers do in a night, you’re not a writer. And now that everyone has their discovery and knows who said what, your all going to get what comes to you. Good luck in your future hobbies cause this one isn’t going to let you forget.

And to all those real niggas doing real things, way to go. You can’t get over anymore than having a Macy’s day float. That is some never thought off next level shit. Don’t hate. Man put in his work and deserves it. Now, can someone throw me a much earned bone? Just asking, as a real nigga who has done, is doing, and will be doing real things.

Real Niggas Doing Real Things...

Ok, I swore I wouldn't....


Now this is my promote the propaganda of NEWA. To spread the disease that is I...and I promised it would not be a forum to talk about local toys, "kings or a has-been who never was", the politics of acts of destruction....NO! This is just a place to post pics and get some scams going and bring together a world that like me can enjoy looking at nice art work and get the same enjoyment as smashing a glass bottle on the side of the road, or knocking over an isle in a store "just because", if your sick in the head, you belong here....and here we are. This is not the diary of a 14 year old emo girl. however, sometime you just got to yell from the roof tops, god damn it everything fucking sucks!! And that is what the below post was, a fuck you and the horse you fist fucked to get here. it has nothing to do with art shows, projects or updates. But if you want to know why I think life sucks, please read. Hugs!


Most likely everything sucks because there is no god therefore our lives are completely meaningless. I would assume through a series of mishaps and random accidents in the universe somehow life was created. Then through natural selection the best of the best have managed to survive and make it this far. That's pretty fucking sad considering the batch of inbreed morons that inhabit this planet. Your telling me that these fat retarded fuckers that can't navigate a parking lot in a motor vehicle equipped with a GPS and can almost drive itself are the descendants of men who built wooded ships with their bare hands and crossed the oceans with only poorly drawn maps and an idea thanks to the stars of where they thought they were going and managed to make it back and forth from continent to continent? These sweat pants wearing chain smoking gotten get a spot five inches closer to the door were I plan on filling my fat fucking face with rotting flesh, these are the masters of their race? These are the best of the best?

But I digress....Perhaps it's worse. What if heaven forbid humans and life as we know it was placed on this planet by a higher power? An almighty being that knows all and can control all and has the power to intervene during natural disasters and when babies are born with cancer and when Tyler Perry wants to make another whatever the fuck. Nice job God you lazy fuck. Thanks for the water air trees and bitch's too good to talk to me. Thanks for making white trash retards rich for being an embarrassment to society while I sit around in more pain than a creature should ever feel from all my broken bones and wonderful life lessons you let me learn while I try to hustle another dollar to pay the rent in my insect filled piece of shit shelter.

It's to bad every other day isn't Sunday so we can worship thee. Fucking jerk off. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to find an invisible friend to thank for life and can be killed by someone who thinks their invisible friend is the right invisible friend and I should die for liking mine more. Fuck you, your rules, your planet, your race of morons and the stuck up bitches who love them. Fuck everything. But thanks for giving me the ability to own firearms and posses the knowledge to make bombs and poisons to start taking out your army of retarded rotting flesh. Hope when it's all over, we never meet. Thanks for making a world were every fucking mother fucking thing sucks. Fucking asshole. Fuck you. And your zombie son too.