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So here we are. At the end of the first rolls of film. I've got a half shot roll in my camera right now. The shots are from my trip back home to North Carolina. I finally got a shot of some graffiti I did last year. The first time I went to shoot the photo was at the end of the summer and there were all these wasps flying around trying to sting me. So here I am about 100 yards from a prison up about 30 feet above the ground walking on these sketchy metal railings. I can't make noise because people are below me and if I fall I'll break a leg or die by getting hit from a car. Yep, over traffic. I can't complain though, I knew what I was getting into. I just discovered an adult jungle gym. My older homie Yuk had already gotten up in there years before though, I was just following in his footsteps. He's down for SF too. Anyways I guess what I'm saying that as muchf ucked up situations I've been in, as down as I've been, I made it to where I am at now. Sure I've had to leave a lot of people and places behind but I think thats life. Sticking around in the same bubble will only let your mind experience so much. Sometimes we just gotta move the fuck on to a new canvas. Go get lost somewhere and experience the new. The journey is the reward... Oh yea, I forgot to mention after making it through the wasps, not making any noise, and finally getting my camera out and waiting for cars below me to start going... I was out of fucking film. So whenever I get this next roll back I'm praying that the film turns out and I can share with you the vision I've seen. Page: 17 of 17 (100%)
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