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 graffiti. 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 crew name 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 the most wanted, and no other crew could keep up with them. That was, what it was all about, having the best paintings and be the most wanted crew, in that way you had more respect. Damon had now been in “Zee” for two years, and he was absolutely the best painter.
It all started two years ago, when Damon got kicked out of his artist education, because he skipped to many classes, and the school didn’t like his paintings. He couldn’t stay at home with his mom and dad, because they didn’t want his culture inside their house. So he moved in with a friend. But Damon had no work and didn’t go to school. So he started doing, what he loved the most, but the problem was that, it was painting graffiti all over the city. Then he and his friends started the crew “Zee”, when they heard of other “graffiti-crews”. Damon’s economy was bad. He still got money from his parents, because they couldn’t let him wander around with no money, and the local authorities didn’t care about him.
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