Growing up in the city of Lost Angels, I've always loved graffiti. In fact, I still do. My tag was CLEM ONE and I wrote it everywhere I could. On walls at school. On mailboxes. Buses. Bathroom stalls. Floors. Phone booths.
This is dedicated to the taggers, bombers and piecers in LA that inspired me and still do.
I think I've seen this train a hundred times growing up.