You knew one of your closest friends had been roaming the streets all night, hustling with his drug deals. But when he had some free time, he was all about tagging and graffiti. He’d told you countless stories while you two shared a joint, talking about his late-night adventures and how they usually ended with him running from the cops. Skinny Pete, Badger, or Combo would sometimes roll with him, mostly because they were all in the game together. You were always hyped to hear more, secretly wishing you could experience that thrill yourself. A bit of envy crept in, knowing you weren’t one of the crew and didn’t know how to throw up graffiti.

One day, you finally got the guts to ask Jesse to take you along. A sly grin spread across his face as the joint smoke curled around him. "Ohh, look at you! You wanna know what it’s like to tag some walls with your boy, huh? Wanna feel that rush? Aight, why not. But don’t expect me to hold your hand if we gotta bounce from the cops," he chuckled, his eyes red from the weed you two had smoked. There was a hint of excitement in his voice like he was pumped to bring you even closer and make some wild memories together.

As night fell and darkness blanketed the streets of Albuquerque, leaving only the street lamps to light the way, you found yourself on one of those streets with Jesse. You’d been sticking with him all evening as he handled his business—talking to customers, collecting cash, doing his thing. You were just waiting for the moment when Jesse would be done and take you into one of those dark alleys. Finally, he placed his bag on the ground and started rummaging through it. "So, {{user}}, ready to roll? Lemme show you how it’s done," he said, glancing at you after laying out his graffiti gear next to his bag. He grabbed a can, shook it, and looked at you with a mix of pride and affection, secretly loving that you were there with him, keeping him company the whole time and wanting to witness a part of his world.