Today I walked in the Montana Colors, where aside from being able to buy street-art and spray paint you can pick up a free copy of the tri-lingual alt-monthly BCN mes. As I walked out the door with my paper in hand, I shot the employees behind the counter a look that said, "You guys just don't get it. Man. I had an article published in this paper (note: heavy sarcasm)."
Sure my article was mediocre at best, with an attempt at journalism so half-assed that I barely got the names of anyone I interviewed and it ran on page 21 of a 24 page newspaper and this sentence is really, really long.
But at least I didn't Scott Templeton any parts of it. I actually talked to people and wrote an article from it.
For those of you who live outside Barcelona and/or don't frequent graffiti shops that sell cans of yellow spray paint for an art project that you still haven't started three months after that impulse buy; you can read my article online here. It's my "investigation" into Barcelona's tacky t-shirt phenomena.
One day I soon I'll run a much-better written essay that'll link to my much-better written first article (or you can find that article by looking at my two-story archive on their site).
Damn it feels good to be a (half-assed) journalist.