At Graff Wars2 in Tijuana yesterday by where my lover & his friends were painting there was small houses where people live, so as people and kids walked up watching everyone paint, I hear this little guy say “¡mama me pintaron mi carrito!” Which was pretty fucked up because kids in Tijuana, especially the less Fortunate cherish the very little that they have. So this cute little kid goes up to one of my friend’s and ask him “¿por que pintas?” And he answered “por que me gusta.” So this kid then walked up to my boyfriend and asks him if he could paint. It was so nice to see him let this little guy paint on his piece. When kids are young they tend to absorb everything around them. They do what they see, they imitate grown ups. They say what they hear.. So we need to be careful what we show our raza they are our future. I hope that he remembers that day and grows up to be a Graff writer. luhdnrude
