When I was in middle school I got a little obsessive with graffiti. A friend at the time showed me shitty sketches of random shitty names he came up with and I started sketching and coming up with shitty names myself. I didn't know a thing about graff at the time. (13-14 years old) Anyway, one day he tells me a story about a dude named NEXT. Describing him basically as "some crazy ass dude that would 'TAG' anything you put in front of him, even in broad daylight."
From then on I pretty much followed his work along with anybody else who smashed Hwy 59 at the time. 97-98? Nekst work always stood out, going bigger and harder than anybody in Houston. I'm going to miss the feeling you get when you see a new Nekst spot. RIP dude.