I was walking in the rain because I was trying to be adventurous. I was walking around the Bar Duelle and I came to this place where the graffiti was just unique and the images hit me.
There was a B-2 bomber dropping a payload of Valentine Hearts. It was the typical stop war message that most artistic graffiti has and it may have just been jet lag, but I fell in love with the image honestly. I actually became pretentious a good bit and thought that "Man...this could be like...the epiphany that my character comes across. I'll make him a fascist or a part of some other paramilitary group and he'll see this and he'll repent his ways and become a flower child." I now know that it could be a really funny story making fun of something, but I was taking it seriously then.
As I kept walking down the street and as I kept patting my back, I saw another piece of graffiti on the wall of what used to be a theater. It was 'Fuck Off" and that's when my bubble burst and I realized that I was just being an asshole.
So thank you, graffiti-man. May your spray can flow ever over.
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