Street Sanps: My Night Out

The other night I decided to go out and show a little appreciation to writers who have stopped through my neighborhood. 

Anyone who lurks around the Old 4th Ward subconsciously spells out the painted words that decorate our walls, buildings, trains and dumpsters. The words that we know so well. Not everyone pays them mind. But these are for those who keep a keen eye out for the big and the bold. Whether black on white or white on brick, its all more amusing than the penitentiary colors the city replaces them with. 

So I tip my hat to you night writers, and bid thee good deed. 
Cheers to getting your name out there. 
Enjoy.


-J.K. Morton