I went on a roadie up the north island this week. It's good being on the road when everyone's at work. No traffic. Beautiful.
I was walking across this road to photograph some street art when I heard "F*ckup you c*nt!"
It was an 8-year old boy talking to his Dad. They wore matching gang patches.
Dad said something similar and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. It lifted him off the ground. "You wanna go to school?" he growled.
It seemed school wasn't a first choice place to be on a weekday.
I told my 13-year old about it when I got home. He had never heard of this well-known gang which I found interesting. I guess we live in an unremarkable, everyman type of neighbourhood but still.
I kept putting my cards out.
While the photo above isn't the best I like that you can see these guys lining up to hit golf balls into a 'Hole In One' island in the ocean.
Make art, not war.
Simplistic and unrealistic.
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