In April of 2013 I had the presence of mind to fly to New York. This wasn’t an accident, I met a wonderful person and flew out there to hangout. Fortunately we didn’t visit Times Square, and instead hung out around the hipster center of the world in areas like Bushwick and Williamsburg. Locations where the graffiti is fresh and the ideas pour off the walls like lyrics from an ancient Greek thespian to far gone on Cappuccino Bombs and espresso beans to do anything but watch amused as their fingers spray lovely detached madness across the walls.
