a thing i forgot until i didn't

first of all, while we're on the topic, fuck banksy. that dude is what he purports to loathe, yet he loves himself.

ok.

soon after i moved back to new york from amsterdam i fell in like with this neckface shit i saw everywhere. i had a buddy help me jack one of his awesome pieces right off of a wall in soho. we used to work construction together in baltimore, so we wore our construction clothes, got our morning coffee, rolled up in his pick up, and waved hello to passing police from our work site.

then the construction workers at my new apartment threw it away thinking it was some of their own trash from the remodel.