Spitting

Been taking spitting classes for almost two years and I’m pretty good now. It’s sort of hard to break into but once you’re in the community, people are really supportive. And in New York there’s opportunity around every corner.

I spat some in middle school and high school but I never thought about honing my craft. In college I pretty much stopped spitting altogether. Then some co-workers saw me spit and convinced me to sign up for a class after work.

My spit was loose and crazy at first but what I lacked technique I made up for in confidence. With proper coaching, that confidence and willingness to spit turned into something I could work with. Soon I was spitting all over town.

Me and some kids from class started spitting together a new nights a week. It started out as long walks up the East Side but then it turned into bar crawls, then lunches, then volunteer work, and so on.

My latest class is great. It meets right by my place in Chinatown. My teacher Mr. Liu is a total spitting maniac. He’s been spitting for twenty years. And even though he never made it big time you can tell he’s the kind of guy who wants to teach the next generation of spitters. It’s his purpose.

I was feeling really comfortable with my spitting at the end of last year. I was arcing stuff over sidewalks. I was hitting street signage. I even took a fly down one night in my room. I was experimenting a lot with snot rockets, the ugly cousin of spitting.

People ask me all the time what I’m gonna do with all my spitting. Listen, it’s just how I cut loose. Spitting’s always going to be part of my life. If I can get a gig here and there so be it, but I’m not quitting my day job anytime soon.