It’s 4 AM, and the city is still buzzing as a group of us stand on the rooftop of an abandoned building, watching the small cars and metro bustle below. This is the last spot of the night, and we’ve been going hard since we woke up the day before. I can feel my adrenaline kicking in, sharpening my focus. I step out onto the short ledge, no guardrails to keep me from falling. I move quickly, painting a large crew piece. The chrome spreads like magic against the tile, and the feeling is surreal as I see helicopters in the distance..