waitin', wishin'

First: Bob Ross is my favorite magician. I sit there, watching, "and now we add a little blue here, and that'll give us our shadow." and I'm like "no way Bob, I don't see it." and then BAM! Magically, the mountain has a shadow, and looks like a picture of the fuckin mountain! How?

I felt it tonight. I get this feeling, on nights when I know I'll be out late, running around, tagging or just putting something up. It's like something in the air. I got off work at 11pm, and I wanted to do some sort of a piece.
But I didn't. Matt's grown up a bit, I guess. Or maybe I've been listening to Sandy too much. She's always so scared that I'm mess stuff up. I think she is that thing that's been holding me back lately. Sandy wants high quality stuff. She wants me to sit it out in the studio and finish a piece, and go put it up. Not that I'm totally against it.... but I've just never worked like that before. Everything I started had a 24 hour time limit, from prep and buying supplies, to taking the evidence photos. I gotta sit down and talk to her. I was created to be fast and messy and not care. If she wants slow and carefully work, she should do it herself!!