For the last ten days September 17th - 27th 2015. I have been living and working in New York City. Working for a food truck in Bellmore Long Island and living in Brooklyn Nyc. Day one: I got to town a day early to get myself set up at my buddies house in Brooklyn. That day we hung out and went to a street food festival in Little Italy. We eventually went back to his house and went to sleep. I woke up around 2:30 am and went for a walk to the bodega to get a beer. On my way there I met a 19 year old punk kid who wasn’t wearing anything but pants and an acoustic guitar. He walked with me we talked about touring and traveling he told me where I could get good meth I told him that I don’t fucx with amphetamines he said “that’s cause you’ve never tried them” I laughed pretty hard at the irony in that statement. I told him about loosing my best friend to heroine and he said he has known 7 people who have died from drugs this year. We both paid for our snacks and beverages and went our separate ways I hopped on the J train and rode to Manhattan to find a place to tag #resteasyvuks on a something. That’s how my night ended solo drunk spray painting my dead homies names up on a random wall in the hat. Dead or alive I’m still doing hoodrat shit with my friends.