Fame: At All Costs

Assignment for 7/22

The night was perfect, The valley had clear skies, was quiet, had a little breeze, and crickets chirping. The occasional mosquito buzzed by. Summer was very busy for the crew. There was a heightening amount of tags from Willow street, to as far north as Cypress ave, They were worried that they wouldn't be one of the top crews in the east. One of them couldnt take that scenario. He needed fame like it was a disease. He yearned for it, more than love itself. He wanted to become “shot-caller” of the crew. He wanted to walk into a house party and know that, everywhere he went, people would whisper, “thats him”, after all, the girls loved the writers with “colorful” fingernails. Dakers1 was losing sleep thinking about what day they should unleash their creative assault on the city. He figured out the day would be the sunday night before Labor day. "The weeks after Labor day", he thought, "everyone would know who was on top".

The next morning, He paged everyone in the crew, only four showed up. Luckily, the ones that did show were all the main writers. They were the ones that hit the hardest areas to reach. The freeways, the billboards, and even day shots. Damn they were good. He explained his master plan, and they all were excited. One packed a bowl of some humbolt county purple kush and turned on a CD and skipped to a song called, Hieroglyphics “you never knew”. As the days leading to that night passed, they hit a few stores in the area “racking” as many spray cans as possible. As the days drew closer to their deadline, they all felt this disease taking over inside them from within like adrenaline junkies. Many would run from anything that would cause this feeling, but not them. They loved the rush, they couldn't get enough of it, and felt comfort from the bond of the others, that felt the same. 

Labor Day Monday, they all woke up at dakers1’s house, it was noon. What a rush, and what a busy night. Their urban assault went as planned without any mishaps. they went all out, close friends sent them pages with praise, as word and news of their night spread. They were on top once again. Just then , they saw the news. There was a special report on the vandalism they created, the excitement secretly turned into fear. They felt their hearts sink and felt dizzy from the thoughts of doing time in jail. One of the detectives was offering a 30,000 dollar reward for information leading to the arrest of anyone involved with the event that happened the night before. All that dakers1 was thinking was “this is it, I’m done”. Someone surely will take the money, and lead them to him. What would he do? the damage, his family, everything. He sat in his room as if waiting for that dreadful knock on his door, but it never came. weeks passed, the majority of his shots painted over, he learned a valuble lesson, “With Fame comes Respect.” Many people knew who he was, but not one person turned him in. He was grateful. while laying on the bed, He checked his pager and grabbed his cordless house phone. He was ready to call his boys, ready to plan the next hit.