Damon walked through the old industrial area, while he was looking at all the old factories. They were all empty and deserted. The area almost looked like a general old industrial area, but there were something different in this area. The buildings were full of grafitti. All kinds of words and paintings painted in the usual graffiti way all over the place. This was the graffiti writers’ playground. Damon was holding a spray can in his hand, and his fingers were yellow. On the wall behind him was a sun with Damon’s crewname in; “Zee”. Damon and his crew were one of the most popular crews in the city. They owned the streets with all their paintings. Their paintings were the best, they were most wanted, and no other crew could keep up with them. That was, what it was all about, having the best paintings and be most wanted, in that way you had more respect. Damon had now been in “Zee” for 2 years, and he was abselutely the best painter.
2 years ago, when Damon got kicked out his artist education, because he skipped to many classes, and the school didnt like, the way he painted, it all went wrong for Damon. He couldnt stay home with his mom and dad, because they couldnt get on. So he moved to his friends house were his friend, Peter lived alone. But Damon had no work and didnt go to school. So he started doing, what he loved the most, but the problem was that, it was painting grafitti all over the city. Then he and his friends started the crew “Zee”, when they heard of other “grafitti-crews”. Damon’s economy was bad. He still got money from his parents, because they couldnt let him wander around with no money, and he couldnt get help from the local authorities.
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