R.I.P. Jonathan Lim. Tie One. Seo. Shae. His.
“On this day, in 1998, Jonathan See Lim, a polite young buddhist boy climbed onto a roof in the Tenderloin neighborhood of San Francisco. The owner of the building, William Porter (a retired military man who kept loaded guns at the ready and targets plastered to his door) heard the noise of Jon’s small body climbing a fire escape. He grabbed his gun, opened the door, and without saying a word aimed for young Jonathan’s head.
Jon screamed “No, don’t” and raised his arms in submission, then turned to run — posing no threat whatsoever. Jon was no taller than 5 and a half feet, and looked about 10 years old. He shouted “No, don’t”.
William Porter shot him anyway, in the back of the head, as Jon was trying to descend the stairs and save his own life. His bike remained locked to the pole below, his body gave out. William went back to sleep and was never charged for this murder.”
120 Taylor Street, San Francisco, California, 94109.
— Brian Raymond & all of us…
“I remember when he went to NY he used to call me up all the time and tell me what he was painting. He would call me and tell me he was following the phone buffing guy around NY and hitting all the phones right after he buffed them and we’d talk for a minute and then he would go hit the next phone and call me back.”
“Two great things I learned from him were simply just dusting everything you have. Never ever save anything for any reason, just kill it right now, and worry about getting more paint or weed or food or whatever later.”
“And if you wonder how something is done, like it’s too crazy to figure out how it was done, just seems impossible, that’s how it was done. It was just done, you can just do crazy shit if want to. Nothing is really too crazy.”
— Chris Lux