Guilt by association: We Run The Game is running on some gallery software I wrote. The goal (and I guess there’s a pattern forming here) was extreme simplicity and speed.

On East 7th Street I go to tag a doorway. I’m like staggeringly drunk at this point; I can’t see straight. All I remember is tagging up the door and all of a sudden a burly fellow and his fratty-type friend are yelling at me. Scott books it down the block, I haven’t seen him since. I drop the shoe polish and run off with my 40 in my hand. The fratty guy gives chase. I’ve never been a particularly good sprinter so halfway down the block he clips my heel with a kick and I hit the concrete. He starts kicking me, in my nose and ribs and so I lean up and while he’s bent down I smack the 3/4-full bottle upside his head. He moves back and the burly guy moves in and kicks me some more. I got blood just pouring out of my nose and all over the sidewalk and my clothes. This is where I black out.

you can literally hear the benny hill music playing as one of these checkout people has to explain that the credit card in question is being declined. oh wait a minute, i mean you COULD hear the benny hill music playing, except for the fact that gloria estefan is being played 24/7 in this establishment…loudly. kudos to trade fair management, they know exactly what music is required to really capture the ambience of an unforgettable shopping experience.