My trip to Wynwood Walls was something to
behold. I could have made a documentary about it. I chose the worst day to go, Sunday.
My dad wasn’t too busy that day so I dragged him along with me to witness some
street art. When we got there, parking was nowhere to be found. In other words
it was pretty much nonexistent. Recognizing the situation, we rolled the dice
and decided to become rebels. I proposed that we park the car in a tow away
zone: after all there were plenty of cars parked there too, so there’s no way
they would tow out our car first.
After we parked, we ran out of the cars in
circles trying to decide where we would go explore first: we gave ourselves
twenty minutes because we didn’t want to risk anything. After a couple of
minutes of scurrying around, and bumping into people, we finally got around to a
picture that I found pretty interesting (this is the picture with me in it) I
thought this picture was interesting because of his pose. He had that “Thug Life” pose going around, so
I said “hey, I’m thug life, he’s thug life, why not?”
After that picture we ran around some more
and ran into the little big green guy. I felt like fighting when I saw him; but
I quickly realized that he had more abs than me so I snapped the picture and
retreated. I honestly didn’t know what the guy was, Hulk? My dad thought that
he was “beautiful.” I thought he was just an overfed baby in diapers.
After all the sightseeing we ran back to
the car like track stars (well me anyways, my dad would be the first one to die
in a scary movie.) we got there out of breath, with sweat running down our
foreheads, but satisfied. I didn’t know what three pictures to post because
they were all so interesting to me. I sat there thinking about it, ended up
losing my patience, and reverted to “eeny meeny miny moe.”
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