Someone I know.

I know an artist. He is an interesting man, about 25 or so. He is living the dream of a struggling artist; flat ass broke, barely sheltered, scraping together donations to get more art supplies. He has had a sorted past. He puts out some really brutal artwork. Lots of angst. Street art. You have seen it. you just didn't know who did it.  Look around you. There it is. and again over there. Look around you. You never know what you will see. That is what makes him, it, art, so interesting. Sometimes I ride my bike different routes home to see what there is to see. Because you never know. Maybe there will be nothing, but you don't know until you look. Some of the best Spokane has to offer is not on the way to anywhere. Despite the losses he has incured, despite the unfairness in his past, he has a huge, sincere heart.  A heart that wants to be heard, understood. He put out the kind of art that will likely not be appreciated until after his death. Which would suck. I know that he is good. Do otheres see what I see? He shows me things I don't otherwise get to see.
The thing about him is that he likes me, and I am not sure why. Maybe it is because I have always been nice to him, treated him with respect, helped him when I can. At least with bike work. He rides a dope fixie.
End of story. for now. You can see for yourself:
http://blog.kamikaze-cycling.com/search/label/Vrooman