The Art of Getting Over by Stephen Powers

Author:Stephen Powers
Language: eng
Format: epub

Yo Reas: Billie Jean is not my lover. Dante, Reas.

Relm: We were painting a wall in L.A., Reas climbed a ladder to finish his piece. On his way back down, he slipped on a can of paint and broke his ankle. Some fucked-up dude offered to fix his ankle by breaking it back into place; “Just put it on the curb and I’ll stomp it into place.” Reas was screaming at me to take him to a hospital. I told him to wait in the car while I finished my piece. He kept yelling, so I took him to County because it was free. In County there’s gangsters shot up and all kinds of drama. He was yelling at everybody because he wasn’t being taken care of first. We left him because he had to stay overnight. The next day we picked him up and he had the ill cast on. The first thing he wanted to do was paint, so we went to the beach. He wrapped his cast in a plastic bag so he wouldn’t get sand in it. The piece he did came out dope, and when he stepped off to take a piss, some dickhead beach cops rolled up and gave me a court summons for painting on the beach. So he came off, even though he had to break his ankle to do it.

Chino: In 1993, we were in Chicago, painting a store for Adidas. In another clothing store, Reas picked up a Magic-8 Ball and asked the question, “Will I get laid in Chicago?” The 8 ball read “Definitely.” That night, while driving around in a rental car, Agent pulled up next to us in a convertible with a couple of dancers. One of them was sweating Reas, so he took her back to the hotel and got laid. I’m a witness.

John “Shecky Greenbacks” Shecter: We went to the New York, New York casino they opened up in Las Vegas. We were tripping on E and just bugging out. We get to the part of the casino where it’s bombed with New York graffiti, and Reas sees his name written. “That shit isn’t done right!” So he jumps over the velvet rope and paints his name. The guards were bugging at first, but somehow, they knew it was him, and they let it be. We posed for pictures in front of it.

Max Nichols: A friend of mine was walking down Riverside Drive when JA slammed on the brakes of his car and Reas jumped out wearing a DEA hat and yelled, “Freeze!” He threw the kid up againist the car, shot through his pockets, taking his money and whatever, and talked a bunch of crap like, “Where you from? Yeah, how would you like it if I did this on your block? If I ever see you blah blah blah. All right beat it.” The funny thing was that my friend figured out who it was, and told the story like he’d met his hero.

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