#mia is in her good girl bullshit era

[thefixeraa]

" don't act so coy jackson teller ... I KNOW HOW THESE SMALL TOWN WOMEN LOOK AT YOU . " the smiles and the way their eyes glisten when they look at him . to be fair that was just fine , as long as they don't walk out of line and look foolish . those are the women she has to look out for , and the very same she has to make an example out of .

there once was a woman who was brave . she had audacity and ego , both of which made her do something she would regret . not to get too graphic , but the woman was laid out ... mia moped the floor with her and sooner taught her a very valuable lesson . then whenever mia see's her , there's that look of shame and embarrassment .

mia has always been so eager to receive his affections . leaning into his fingers as they drifted down her face . they both glance down to his phone , as it was kind of a force of habit . every so often ( well ... more ofthen than she'd be willing to admit . that fucking phone loves to go off . ) THE GREAT COCKBLOCKING CALL - even for her it was so cruel , especially when they were trying to just enjoy each other's company . " fuck the club , huh ? " a brow arches as she repeats his words . " ya' know , you rebelling against the club is actually very attractive . " mia shares his view of his club , that was pretty obvious from the very beginning . it wouldn't be so bad if the head of the table wasn't a literal psychopath with a huge ego . FUCKING CREEP ...

then as he inquires further about what she's asking of him , it always surprises her when he gives so willingly to her . without a second thought , OR A MOMENT OF HESITATION . " i just need you to find out about some guy that i've heard rumors about . some sick fuck creeping out women at the bar . " she heard the gossip while food shopping the other day . her head dips low so now she's watching jax from behind her lashes . " the police in this town are useless , apparently they haven't been reporting the few complaints some women have been making . " she takes a moment to sip her coffee , the hot beverage burning her tongue as she takes the brief sip . " and clay ain't gonna do shit cause he's just as useless so ... i'm nosy , and i want to find out if anythin' about this is true . " CALL HER A HERO IF YOU MUST .

eyes close when he kisses her cheek , then the softest of hums comes from her . happy ... BLISSFUL . the fixer's head turns to nudge him then when her eyes open she's looking right in his eyes . those pools of blue that she can always find herself lost in . " i trust you with my life , " she says , and means it too . " i always will . "

LAUGHTER falls , loud and fills space ever so. head thrown back as he goes to drag a ringed hand down the side of face. ' christ you realize it's 5am ... i don't know what you expected me to say ' laughter accents , hand going to work jawline as full lips blossom into a GRIN. the ABSURDITY of it all not lost on him , and eyes cast down to phone for just a minute. ' you got really good timing you know that ? '

though eyebrow raises as he looks at her , ' insulting club rules is the way to get what you want ... ' eyes cornflower blue as he goes on , amusement growing. ' what information ? ' he returns her touch , thumb running over her lower lip. dragging it downward ever so , ' i'm here to serve ' a phrase used so many years earlier , the years in which it WAS SAMCRO's job to protect the small community of charming.

his gaze fixated on that lower lip , as he then slowly continues. ' you know i'll do just about anything for you ... ' voice lowering an octave or so as he then captures her gaze with his eyes , ' fuck the club ' a shared sentiment between the BOTH of them , this secret shared as statement never leaves this room. the two of them FEEL the clubs pressure on them both. jackson had promised that he'd leave , that he'd CHANGE the system from the inside.

now , years have passed and CLAY still holds that gavel , though his years are catching up. jackson knows that clay is one ride away from calling it quits. he's seen the injections that GEMMA thinks she gives his step-father so lovingly. the days in which they ride for hours , and clay signals for a pit stop no more than halfway in. YEA THERE'S SIGNS.

' i'll keep it under the radar ... ' his finger then going from her plush lower lip as fingers spread upon her jawline. head moving upwards as he kisses her on the cheek. lips lingering upon her sweet smelling skin. ' you trust me right ? ' whispers this against the shell of her ear.

[itsadamcole]

you should be sad

fem!reader x adam cole

Reader and Adam go out for karaoke night, and she decides to sing a song about her relationship with Adam and his actions ...

word count: 2.2k+

warnings: mentions of cheating and an abusive relationship, angst

— this is based on the halsey song “you should be sad”. it’s one of my favorite songs right now honestly —

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~ potentially triggering content below - read at your own risk ~

***

You put on your sexiest dress. A tight, dark red satin number that hugs every curve of your small figure. The low cut neck reveals a decent amount of your cleavage and the dress pushes up the dress for you, so you’re not wearing a bra. The thin straps on your shoulders are sliver and they are sparkly. You wear a pair of black lace panties under the dress. Your Y/H/C hair is up in a curly ponytail.

Your boyfriend wears a black button up with dark blue jeans and dress shoes. His long brown hair is tied back in a bun.

You and Adam were invited to go out for karaoke with a few of the NXT wrestlers. Resident NXT power couple Johnny Gargano and Candice LeRae were the ones who invited you and Adam.

Things weren’t what everyone believed they were when it comes to you and Adam Cole.

When out in public, everyone thinks you and Adam are the cutest couple. You laugh and smile when out with him. He holds your hand and sneaks kisses to your lips, cheek, and neck.

Behind the scenes, things aren’t what they seem. Adam has cheated on you with several other women. When he cheats, he blames it on you. He plays the victim. He tells you that if you satisfied him more than he wouldn’t cheat. Adam thinks you only know about three of the times he’s cheated but you know he’s cheated at least half a dozen times.

He’s never hit you though. He’s never been physically abusive toward you. Only emotionally and mentally.

You haven’t had it in your heart to leave him. You love Adam with your entire heart. You know he loves you too, even if sometimes he says he doesn’t.

Tonight, you are planning something though. You’re going to make it known how you’ve been feeling. To Adam, to your friends. You have a song in mind you’re going to be singing when Candice begs you to sing a song.

You and Adam arrive at the karaoke club. You wander around the club, looking for someone that you or Adam know. You spot Johnny, Candice, Mia Yim, and Keith Lee in a corner. You believe that the rest of the Undisputed Era are coming with their wives and girlfriends.

Good. Maybe they’ll start to keep their friend in check.

Candice says, “Y/N. You have to sing a song tonight. Your voice is beautiful and I could listen to it for hours. I have listened to it for hours.”

You laugh. While your boyfriend is NXT’s longest reigning champion, you’re a 4-time Grammy award winning artist. You’ve been friends with Johnny and Candice for years. They’re the reason you even met Adam.

***

“Y/N!” Candice says. “You came!”

You laugh and hug your best friend as you say, “I couldn’t miss my best friend’s birthday party! Happy 25th birthday, Candice.”

Your best friend giggles and says, “Thank you. Oh, by the way, remember that guy I was telling you about? He’s here, and he’s recently broken up with his girlfriend.”

You roll your eyes and say, “You’re not still on this. Plus, my career is finally taking off.”

“I know, I know,” Candice says, hooking your arm with hers. “At least meet him, Y/N. Please.”

You stare at Candice and say, “Ugh, fine. Only because it’s your birthday.”

Candice drags you over to the bar. She taps the shoulder of a man that’s standing at the bar. She clears her throat and says, “Cole. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

The man that Candice referred to as Cole turns around. You immediately meet his pretty blue irises. He’s almost clean shaven. His burgundy shirt match his maroon pants. The jacket he wears matches his pants.

Candice says, “Y/N, this is Adam Cole. Adam, this is Y/N L/N. The girl I was telling you about.”

“The future Grammy award winner?” Adam asks. “That Y/N L/N?”

You feel your cheeks heat up as the attractive man in front of you speaks.

Candice nods and says, “She’s agreed to perform tonight too.”

Your head snaps in Candice’s direction. You never agreed to that. You’re about to say something when Adam Cole says, “Well, I look forward to it. I think Kyle just got here so I have to go but Y/N. Come find me when you’re done so I can buy you a drink.” He sends you a wink and you watch as he walks away.

You find yourself staring at Adam as he walks off.

Candice elbows your side and says, “I can see the wheels turning. You’re actually thinking about it.”

“We’ll see what happens after my impromptu performance,” you say. “Thanks for that, by the way. No heads up?”

Candice says, “There’s a microphone right there. It’s a karaoke machine. Sing some covers or some of your original songs. You’ll be fine, Y/N. Break a leg.”

She walks off and you call, “I might break yours just for fun.”

Candice laughs and you sigh, getting set up for your little performance.

You sing a good four or five songs, ending on “Happy Birthday” for Candice.

The attractive man from earlier finds you after you’re done singing.

Adam says, “I can see why Candice called you a future Grammy award winner. Your voice is amazing.”

“Thank you,” you say, your face turning red as you look up at Adam Cole. You meet his pretty blue eyes and find yourself getting lost in them. Adam smiles.

He points toward the bar and asks, “How about that drink I promised you before the performance.”

You walk over to the bar with Adam.

That is how you met. That is how you got into this situation. You didn’t know then what would happen, and now you have a little bit of regret that you even agreed to meet Adam.

***

The rest of the Undisputed Era shows up and that’s when Candice says, “Okay, Y/N. Please come sing a song with me. Please.”

You smile and say, “Alright. Let’s go.”

Candice gets excited when you agree to go sing a song. You and Candice walk over to the booth to pick a song to sing together. Candice picks the collaboration between Ariana Grande and Lady Gaga. Rain On Me.

Someone hands you both microphones as Candice says, “I want Gaga’s parts. There’s no way that I can hit Ariana’s notes.”

You laugh and say, Alright. I don’t know if I’ll be able to either but I’ll give it a try.”

Candice walks up onto the stage and you follow her.

You and your best friend have the best time. You hit every single note. Once the song is over, Candice hugs you and everyone cheers. You say, “I’m gonna sing one more song. You can head back to the group.”

Candice nods and you walk over to the booth. You ask, “Can you put on ‘You Should Be Sad’ by Halsey?” The man behind the booth nods and gets the song set up.

Nervously, you walk up onto the stage. You glance at Adam and he looks like a proud boyfriend. Of course he looks like that. You wouldn’t expect anything less.

The song begins and you take a deep breath before you begin to sing.

I wanna start this out and say I gotta get it off my chest Got no anger, got no malice Just a little bit of regret

You make sure to stare down Adam as you sing. Candice looks at you then looks at Adam.

Know nobody else will tell you So there's some things I gotta say Gonna jot it down and then get it out And then I'll be on my way

Johnny notices how intently you’re staring at Adam and he says something to the leader of the Undisputed Era.

No, you're not half the man you think that you are And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs and cars I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you 'Cause you can't love nothin' unless there's somethin' in it for you

As you sing, you begin to leave the stage, walking down toward Adam. A spotlight lands on you as you walk off the stage.

You approach Adam, who has a look on his face. You can’t tell if his face is full of anger or full of sadness as you sing. The look of proudness that was on his face earlier is gone now.

Oh, I feel so sorry I feel so sad I tried to help you It just made you mad And I had no warning About who you are

The group around you looks at you as they realize what’s going on. Candice is looking at you with concern and when she looks at Adam, anger rises inside of her.

I'm just glad I made it out without breaking down And then ran so fucking far That you would never ever touch me again Won't see your alligator tears 'Cause, no, I've had enough of them

As you sing the song, you feel confidence come over you. You realize that tears have started running down your face as you finish up the last few notes. Before you finish the song, you head back up to the stage to finish the last few lyrics.

Once the song ends, the crowd in the building cheers for you before you hand in the microphone before you walk over to the group. Candice looks up at you and asks, “Y/N, what’s going on?”

You are looking at Adam as you respond to Candice saying, “Ask Adam. Or better yet, ask the several girls he’s fucked behind my back.”

Candice looks at Adam and Johnny says, “Bro, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“I didn’t know that you knew about all of them,” Adam says. “I was going to tell you.”

You stare at your boyfriend and you say, “That is such bullshit and you know it. Once is maybe a mistake. Twice isn’t. Four times isn’t and six times sure as hell isn’t.”

Candice says, “Six times? Adam, you asshole.”

Tears threaten to spill over your eyelids and you say, “I’m done, Adam. I’m so done.”

You gather your things and start to leave. Adam calls after you as you leave. You walk out the door and wipe away your tears.

“Y/N,” Adam says, panic laced in his voice. “Y/N, please. Please don’t leave.”

You groan a bit and you say, “It’s not just the cheating. You play the victim and you blame me for your cheating. You tell me you don’t love me. I can’t deal with this anymore. You’ve had your chance and you threw it out the window as soon as you decided to cheat on me with not one, not two, but six other women.” The tears have begun to fall as you continue to talk. “I don’t know how you can live with the guilt that you’ve broken my heart so many times.”

Adam can’t even look at you when you’re done talking. You’re breathing heavily, trying to keep your sobs back as you stare at the man in front of you.

Both of you are quiet. Adam avoids your gaze and you stare holes into him.

After a few moments of silence, you say, “You can’t even look at me.” You wipe the silent tears away as your voice breaks. “You can’t even say something to me to try and make me stay.”

Adam looks up at you and he says, “What do you want me to say, Y/N? The odds are that you won’t stay no matter what.”

“I’ve stayed through every time I found out you’ve cheated,” you say, your sobs making their way out. “I’ve stayed every time you’ve blamed me for your cheating. I’ve stayed through every time you’ve told you didn’t love me. I can forgive you, Adam. I have forgiven you before, but you think that I won’t stay.”

You watch as Adam’s face goes from panic to sadness. He’s finally realized how his behavior has affected you. It makes him mad that he made you feel like this.

Adam says, “Y/N, I’m so sorry. Please don’t go. Believe it or not, I need you in my life.”

You wipe your tears away and say, “I can’t deal with this anymore, Adam. I love you, but loving you hurts me.”

He says, “I can change my ways. I can be honest with you. You can even come out with me if you want to just to make sure that I won’t do anything.”

“I’m not becoming your babysitter, Adam,” you say. “I can’t watch over you to make sure you won’t cheat on me again. I’m your girlfriend, not your babysitter. If you want a babysitter then go back to Britt.”

Adam says, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry. Please.”

You give a shaky sigh and you say, “I’m giving you one more chance to show me you’ve changed, Adam. You get one chance. You hurt me one more time then I’m gone because I can’t keep dealing with this.”

He looks at you and says, “I won’t throw that chance away. Thank you for forgiving me and giving me one more chance.”

“Don’t blow it,” is all you say.

[myrskytuuli]

So you read "Scrooge's Wedding" how was it? How were the characters? How did they act toward the situation?

Oh boy, oh boy! Okay here goes!

We open up with Scrooge enjoying his morning coffee and magazine with this old lady who generously lets him drink almost free.he does bring his own mug with him and everything.  Also,they are more or less friends. The coffee-lady points out that there has been an expose written of Scrooge and his scandalous lover affair of the past. No, not the one you are all thinking. This one is way more...teenagey.

(This turned so long, that I am putting the rest under a link.)

  So Scrooge during his Mississippi years met a girl named Clementine, and was smitten. He proposed and Clementine said yes. The two were all ready to sail to their wedding and live happily ever after. Now, we don’t know if this story follows the Don Rosa timeline, but if it does...Scrooge would have been somewhere between 13-15 when this took place. That’s...not an ideal age to decide on your life-partner, but I can also buy that a teenager of that age would think that it was the best idea ever. C’mon guys, he is totally an adult, he has a job and everything. It has to be tru luuuuv...(hormones, what hormones, this is the 19th century, never heard of them!) Scrooge also wrote a goddamn embarrassing song to Clementine, and it is awful and so, so teenage! 

But it was not to be, as the ship sunk and Clementine went MIA in the aftermath.

jump to the present day, and the fact that Clementine was never proven to have died, has sent every hopeful gold-digger to Scrooge’s side to claim to be his long lost girlfriend, and hey could we maybe get married now!

And Scrooge’s friends and family have to physically fight them off. Look at miss. Quakerfaster, she is fierce, and deserves a raise. 

None of this would be more than a passing nuisance, if it weren’t for one particularly persistent suitor, who claims to have the ring that Scrooge proposed Clementine with, and is willing to sue Scrooge for billion$ for breaking his promise. 

This Arsenica is a lawyer known for bending the law as far it can bend without snapping. Unknown to the public, she also has a criminal past in Mississippi.

She and her partner caused the accident that where the real Clementine went missing, and also stole everything that was in the ship’s safe. Including the ring.

Arsenica takes Scrooge to the court, and apparently in the duck verse you can actually sue someone for not marrying you, as the ring is seen to be enough evidence that Scrooge better start coughing up those billion$ 

But wait! That’s not all. Arsenica pulls some centuries old law from the archives of Clementines old hometown, which states that a proposal once made is legally binding. So now Scrooge is legally required to marry Arsenica, no matter if he wants it or not.

I...um. I do not think that that is how law works. But okay, it is supposed to be shady as fuck. We already know that Arsenica has used her connections to rig the whole system so Scrooge has no change. 

Those police officers know that they are not upholding the justice anymore. Look at their faces. 

Meanwhile Donald is digging information in Clementine’s old hometown too, and finds out that Clementine did not die in the accident. She was found and nursed to health, and afterwards decided to start a new life with new identity. Why? Why not. Good for you girl, living in the hyper-patriarchal era and deciding to become an free spirit instead. This does not help Donald, who still cannot prove that Arsenica isn’t Clementine.  

And when the day of the wedding arrives, well whoo-boy has no city ever been happier to witness a forced wedding than Clementine’s old hometown!

Sure, they know that the world’s richest duck is being married of against his will to someone who clearly is only after his wealth, but this is also the only public thing that has ever happened in their town. Hell yes they will make a banner!

But Donald and the boys are not giving up. The boys, for um..reasons, decide to go to that coffee-lady in Duckburg and try to recruit her to pretend to be the real Clementine, because at least she is Scrooge’s friend and about the same age. 

Donald on the other hand is trying to start a citizen’s initiative for overturning the law that allows forced marriages. Everybody give a round of applause for the most reasonable plan in this entire comic. 

What follows is the opposite of reasonable, and the point where this comic takes a sharp turn from quite reasonable and believable to straight up What?

Because this women’s organization will have none of that consensual marriage bullshit. These women know that literally the only way to get a man to stand in front of an altar is to physically force them. You know what is the biggest feminist issue of our age. Income inequality? Fuck no. industrialized female sexual harassment. What a joker you are. No. The biggest feminist issue that will rally literally every woman of this city is how men are always throwing proposals around and never following through with them. Yes. That one. 

What?

The issue goes to vote, and the narration helpfully tells us that the men lost. Because Clementine’s hometown has an exact same amount of men and women, and one of the men didn’t come to vote, so the marriage law was legalized. Wow I really hope that none of these women’s stupid teenage children happen to get drunk and propose a drug dealer, or they will be legally forced to follow through! 

So the wedding takes place.

that is exactly what we want our town to be remembered for. We once handcuffed the richest man in the world to our police officer and then forced him to get married. 

Scrooge physically fights against the marriage, this doesn’t help. The boys try to pass the coffee-lady as the real Clementine, but this doesn’t help either.

The judge will see this marriage happen if Scrooge has to be restrained for it. Notice that Scrooge does not say the words “I do” but the judge still cheerfully pronounces them husband and wife. 

But new Mrs. McDuck isn’t allowed to keep her title for long. Donald barrels in like the true hero that he is.

  He has found old papers that prove that Clementine’s ring was stolen, so clearly the real Clementine could not have the ring. Finally the people in here take their collective heads out of their asses and call the police. Arsenica is proven to be the thief that blew up the ship and stole all the goods from it.  

Then it is also, le gasp, revealed that the Duckburgian coffee-lady was the real Clementine all along!

They prove it, because the real Clementine remembers all those stupid-ass songs and embarrassing nicknames they gave each other when they were in love. And yes, those were some nuclear level grince-worthy songs. You just know that it is going straight to youtube. That smartphone recorder is probably live-streaming this. 

There is a tense moment when the judge asks whether the real Clementine wants to use her right to marry Scrooge and become the new Mrs. Richest duck in the world. 

She doesn’t.

But she hopes that they keep building their friendship and that Scrooge better keep coming to her for coffee, she would be sad to lose his morning visits. And then they do exactly that, Clementine keeping doing her thing and Scrooge even embracing his god-awful songs in an ironic inside joke kind of way. 

You know, I was kind of meh about this story, but now writing about it, I’ve grown to really like it. Scrooge and Clementine are the kind of sassy old people I could see having a really fun friendship.

[wait-what-no-way]

Interview with JOE GOAL

If you live anywhere in Staten Island or New York City, you have most definitely seen work by the one and only GOAL. Since 1991, GOAL has been smashing property heavy and shows no signs of stopping anytime soon. Not only has GOAL been putting work in on the streets, but he has started a few trends that have become popular over the years.

So what’s good dude? You ready to smash 2017??

2017 will be no different from the last 26 years. I’ve painted steady every year of my career and have photo albums to prove it. Over the years piecing is getting a little boring, but doing fill-ins is like busting nuts.

How many names did you go through before you chose GOAL?

Well, I went to school down the block from my house and the school had a walk over bridge that was grilled. So I always saw graffiti since first grade. At that time my best friend SW had an older brother RB. I saw him paint the bridge one day during school, and was like “I need a name.” I went into the lunchroom and I had a bag lunch with an Ecto Cooler juice box. I told my boy “I’m gonna touch the box with two fingers and those two letters gonna be my tag.” It was EC… Then RB started teaching me so I tried CE, then RE, but I liked the letters EC. So I picked 10 names from the dictionary and made my mom pick one. She chose EPIC. I stayed with that till ’95-’96 then my boy started driving me painting and I told him he needed a name also. He loves soccer so he picked GOAL. I was writing both names for two years, then the heat came on with EPIC and another old-school writer was writing it in Brooklyn so I just took GOAL and stuck with it.

The Ecto Cooler is a classic. RB, BOBBY, the train crusher? Every time I go to a layup I see at least five trains with his name on it. What kind of spots are your favorites to rock? Streets, track spots?

Nah RB is an old school Staten Island guy, not that toy crap. This guy has been piecing and doing highways and shit since the 80’s. I’ll paint anything, anytime, anywhere. My favorite thing to rock is a beautiful girl, I’m a sex-a-holic.

How many women do you think you’ve painted on?

I don’t know, my last girl asked me to paint her everyday, but I never did. As soon as she gets naked I just gotta fuck.

Growing up, what old school heads did you have the opportunity to meet growing up?

Well, I’m from Staten so there are a lot of people the other boroughs aren’t familiar with. These were the guys I looked up to and learned from. Such as, SCOPE2, MARS, ECHO, VERS, TEO, LEV, SIGN, FADE, but I did leave Staten Island and met a lot of people. Ones that stick out to me are guys like CAP MPC, TRACY 168, HEKTAD, COPE2, JUST WF, NOE, TYKE TFO. I always show respect to the guys that paved the way for me. Now days these new kids have no respect and they suck, no style.

And that’s a fact. A lot of cats are ready to go out and paint, but don’t know any history. What was one of the first spots you busted a nut your first time hitting?

Wow, a lot of shit. In the late 90’s, I went all city. I drove more than public transportation. So I was smashing highways like the BQE was that dope shit, roofs, all of the major avenues. I remember I linked up with JUST WF and did a few spots in the Bronx and I think I went over somebody. Soon after that I linked up with JEE and since they told me to meet them in the Bronx I trooped out there and met COPE, REMO, SPEK BTC R.I.P. and we painted the 2 and 5 lines till noon the next day. There were fill-ins on everything. I kept going to the Bronx with the WF crew and BTC crew killing shit, but that came to a halt when vandal squad caught up with me.

Oh shit, how long did they have you bagged for?

That was a long time ago and I only got community service for that case. I have been to jail for graffiti and it sucked. Sorry, but I really don’t want to talk about that part of graffiti. I feel underrated and hated on in the graffiti community. The hate and jealousy is real. If I was a bum broke toy I would be mad too. I just wish I got credit for some trends I started, like the whole collaborative fill-in collages on canvas in the 90’s. I used to always have a canvas on me and had good writers do their stamp fill-in for me. The next thing you know people realized it was a good idea. Better than a black book because you close the book and you cant see the work; the canvas is hanging.

No worries, totally understandable. How often do you like rocking canvases?

24 hours, now 20 years later every writer does it. I do pieces on canvas once a month. I do a fill-in on canvas everyday. You could ask writers like KECH REC, HEILS MIA, KEVS MIA, SERF, MINT, if I’m telling the truth. Just like SERF and MINT started the whole vinyl sticker fill-in cut outs and never get credit. I’ve seen a lot of writers come and go; jock and bite styles, and I’m still here doing my thing.

I believe you. You grew up in a different era with graffiti. Things are a lot different now then what they used to be. How many times have you ever caught somebody trying to bite off you or even your crew’s style?

I don’t mind people biting or using my ideas as influence, just show me love and respect. When I was a kid I always looked at RB, SCOPE2, MARS TNI and others. I bit and learned from them, and to this day I still show them love and respect. It’s hard to being a well-rounded graffiti artist. Learning all the letters, throwups, pieces, tags, block letters, how to bomb consistent, picking spots connecting with others, and doing piece walls. Now I think the computer is another element you have to learn to be a graffiti artist. Even the sticker game is part of it. If you’re a king you have to do it all and don’t stop doing it. There’s guys that pop up every five years and think they’re the shit. Take a hike, I’m out here 12 months a year risking it all for this sport.

What other trends have you started?

Another trend I started was when I started writing JOE GOAL. I remember seeing one old-school guy write his name before his tag, but I went crazy with it. Next thing you know anybody with the name “Joe” was writing it in front of their tag. Then the entire New York side, and even some guy from Jersey shows the kid no love.

Where else outside of New York have you had the opportunity to paint?

I’ve been all over the United States; I’ve connected with some great people. LA was fun. I have graffiti family in Baltimore. My man CASPA HITS RTH… RTH crew is worldwide and I’m a huge part of the crew so I can go anywhere and have a place to stay with a tour guide. I’ve been to Europe, which was fun. I painted non-stop everyday. Right now there’s a dope scene in New Jersey. A lot of good writers are putting in work, and I like being a part of it. My young bull DRANE RTH helps me kill shit out there. If you do your homework on RTH crew you will see how big the gang is.

That’s dope. Mad respect. What’s the highest you’ll go to hit something? Anything like highways signs?

The moon… I’ve done it all man and I’ll keep doing it. You gotta respect the art youngsters. Like in hockey you might be able to fight, but if you’ve never scored a goal you suck man. So in graff you can be a fake, immature, tough guy and try to impress people or you can act like a grown man and show your skills.

What kind of rush do you get when you hit heaven spots?

I used to get super high on some crazy drugs, so that shit doesn’t really do much for me. On a bomb after my first fill-in for the night I feel open, like I have permission to kill shit no fear, but the first fill-in always has me shook.

What type of freak things have you seen throughout your graffiti career?

Just some chases and bullshit. One time I was filming for my movie called “A Day in the Life” and I was rocking my fill-in on the street. A big silver stomper. As I’m spraying, a red laser beam is following my hand on the wall. The whole time I thought it was the camera. When I finished the fill I asked the cameraman about the red light and he said it wasn’t him. So I said, “Let’s hurry up, outline, and be out.” As I started to outline the red light came back. This time I followed it to a house across the street and got shook. The next thing I know there’s mad cops so I told the cameraman “Yo, go one way and I’ll go the other.” As the cops came down the wrong way on the street, I walk up to them and they ask to see my hands and my arm was covered in silver. So I started to jet, and made it three blocks. They hit me with the car, and beat me bad. I needed staples in my head and had a broken nose, but two weeks later I filmed for the movie. You can cop it online or go to it on Instagram.

What’s the biggest piece you’ve done to this day?

That one’s in Staten Island, by the Wu-Tang projects.

Anyone you want to give a shout out to?

Shout out to OUCH MIA, Rest In Peace. Shout out to GN RTH RIP. Shout out to Michelle Emz for being so hot. Shout out to DG NWC, SPEK BTC, ODB Wu-Tang, Erik Garner, fuck all cops. Shout out to the homeless bum that rapped MAP. Shout out to all the hookers and sluts sucking dicks. Fuck all graffiti writers, you all suck and jock each other like homos. Guys who like guys go to other art shows for an autograph. I’m the greatest NYC kid in the game. No breaks, come suck a fart out of my ass.