EPISODE 04

the stash

Alright. Time to get serious for a moment.

Y’all know I like to laugh almost as much as I like to paint. But sometimes you gotta stop smiling and check your surroundings.

Today I took some folks from the defense crew on a walk through Wynwood.

Streets still covered in color, but underneath it? Tension.

I can feel it. They can too.

Told them a story they probably already knew.

A friend of mine—from back in the day—got shot by the cops.

Domestic dispute. They rolled in guns out, didn’t ask questions, just pulled triggers.

He didn’t even get a word out.

So no. I don’t believe the people in uniform are here to help us.

That’s why I say what I say.

Protect your self.
Protect your community.
Protect your environment.

We mean it literally. Because no one’s comin.

It’s us or nobody.

Today, I opened up a stash.

Old gallery, boarded up since way back when. In the back, behind a painting of some happy trees, there's a safe.

Inside? Tools.

Not for war. For patrol. For watch.

I handed them out—tactical gloves, sidearms, plans.

Went over rules. Safety. Formation.

Eyes open. No heroes. Observe. Report.

Because someone’s at risk.

Not naming names. But you know who.

A student. Does research on groundwater.

And the wrong people didn’t like what he found.

So now they’re tryin to disappear him.

We won’t let that happen.

We hold the line.

They’re comin for Mo. If they can take Mo, they can take you. Or me.

Anyone.

It’s time for your bravery test.

-ROB BO$$