Dear SKAM, Hey buddy, how have you been over these past few weeks? Having a very interesting time, I bet. It sounds like you've been a very busy boy, burning bridges and pissing people off left and right, engaging in behavior you call others out on, and calling "no fair" when people get you back and cap your stuff over your nonsense. I'll level with you here, a heart-to-heart moment if you will: yes, we may be "street artists," but we are also, at the end of the day, GRAFFITI WRITERS. And in the wise words of SKUF, graffiti is a full contact sport. If it makes you so upset that you get gone over by other (and better) writers, then pack it in and quit, you baby. There's no room for crying in graffiti. I'm sorry all the alt weeklies stopped glazing you 7 years ago, and that the world passed you by, and now many other artists don't like you anymore, but that's what happens when you don't put the work in to stay fresh and instead start talking shit and hurting people. If you didn't want to find out, maybe you shouldn't have fucked around. Stick to the canvases, maybe there's a $500,000 penthouse owning gentrifier you can sell a wood print to, you geek. Worst Wishes, -CHEMO ONE