so I was downtown , with someone.. or a couple of my closest friends. I think Simon and\or Calista, hard to say. we were downtown, a mix between Vancouver and Victoria, maybe New York influenced even. someone was making a phat tag, i recall it starting with an A. the tag was orange and white. I was determined suddenly to take a photo of this because it was so rad, and my partner in crime helped me grab a giant plank of wood and create a beam in which to climb and get a good shot of the graffiti. we nailed the plank into place, over two ledges. i felt pretty ninja-like during this whole ordeal and was pretty stoked. but once i got to the top, some one had already written over the marvelous tag, and not even in a way to better it, just shitty scribbles that totally ruined the art piece. i was pretty choked and got down from the beam, scoffing at the stupidity of some people who should never be allowed to hold a spray can.
i also recall a hotel of some kind, and Simon and i going to a high up floor to deal with some sketchy business. some shit was goin down but i dont remember what.
i also dreamt of being in a rained on , quaint little house somewhere woodsy,once again it seemed like Victoria. i was with an old man. i dont remember much else.
