One of the DOPEST & FRESHEST New York City graffiti kings ever. Big King Cope 2. He's been through it all, from the days of Subway top to bottoms, to the new school production stlyes and street bombing.
A useless bastard that has nothing better to do with his time than drink, smoke weed, (pretend to) surf, get AIDS, hump his dog, and cry while he masturbates. Makes fun of others for not living on/near the beaches of San Diego, as if we actually gave a flying fuck. Mother is frequently passed around like it's her job.