"Having been born and raised in the birthplace of graffiti, the Bronx, NYC, I always had a fascination with it, and a love for the subway.  Every time I'm around it, the smell of the subway in Manhattan, to this day, is one that takes me back to my childhood.    My parents were divorced when I was three, and my father died shortly after that; during those ordeals, my mother was born again.  Her influence in my life became that most profound in my life, and because of going to church and hearing my mom read the Bible to my sister and me, the Lord developed a sensitive spirit in me.  Regardless, I did what all of my friends did, stealing, fighting, cursing, and disrespecting anyone that couldn't beat the mess out of me.    At the young age of 11, my mother, sister, and I moved to Lancaster, PA, home of the Amish!  I actually believed we were going to become Amish, but my mom put that fear to rest.  In the quiet and calm environment of Lancaster County, I became more concerned with the Lord, holding a deep fear of hell and eternity.  Nevertheless, I would only go through spurts of those thoughts, and petty stealing with my friends was the norm for me.  As I grew physically, though, I became more concerned with basketball, and that kept my friends and I out of trouble.  Meanwhile, on trips back to the Bronx, I noticed my old crew getting into alcohol, cigarette smoking, and eventually drug use.  At the age of 15, on one such trip to NY, my old friends and I had planned to meet in the school yard to smoke up, and I was ready to try it.  It poured rain all night, though, and I never got my chance (thank God!).   At 16 years of age, the Lord opened my eyes, again, not only to the eternal punishment of hell for sinners (read: every human being besides Jesus Himself), but also to the possibility of forgiveness and actually knowing God in a relationship.  I was born again, and my character changed over-night in many ways.  In other ways, it was and still is a process of becoming more like Jesus Christ.  After becoming a Christian, my life's preoccupation became telling others about the cross of Christ.  I have since been blessed with numerous opportunities to speak for Christ, including trips to Mexico and Turkey.  I also learned how God gives you the desires of your heart when you put Him first (Psalm 37:4 ), and graffiti was one of those.  When I became a believer, for some reason, I had a brand new interest in graffiti, so I began drawing like crazy.  I looked at it whenever I could, too, which wasn't hard back in the Bronx.  In PA, though, I'd have to get the Source magazine, just for that one section of graf flix.  In 1999, Fasm put me down with GG.  I first got to paint with him in 2000: one of my favorite memories is driving to New Hampshire in 2000 and praying for the election between George Bush and Al Gore.  I painted one of my first pieces, the "Blind" one in the "j.one" section.  Being one of my first attempts at graf, it was wack.    Since then, in terms of graf, I've only gotten to paint a few times a year, but God blesses me with more and more opportunities, plus a good group of guys to learn from: props to Fasm, Phayth, Sonz, True and Savior on that tip.  Besides those dudes, I've gotten to paint with Camer, Demiz, Erok, Calm, Pres, Blis, Quest (sp?), and a few other kids.  I'm excited to meet and paint with the newer cats in the crew, and I'm blessed and encouraged by those holding it down overseas with such style!    It's amazing that God takes something you love and lets you use it to glorify Him and for your own pleasure just in doing it, especially something with such a negative stigma, like graffiti.