“I think we could afford to let this one off don’t you think? Just this once.” She suggested as I stood gaping with my jaw all the way down to my feet. I had just been caught with a phone and a spray can in front of a piece of graffiti: 2 days suspension for the phone and probably another week or two for the graffiti. “How about this? Here, take your iPhone and take a picture of the wall and we’ll send it over to the Brisbane Institute of Art and see what they think. James?” Hearing my name seemed to bring me back to Earth. Little did I know that sending this picture to the BIA would reshape the next 12 years of my life.
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