One of God’s Favorites

There was a good dude who used to sell dope in Bushwick back in the 80s. Basquiat would cop from him when it was dry on the Lower. Dude had access to an abandoned bodega where he’d let certain clients (5 bundles and better) get right. One time he had a few paint cans sitting in a corner, legend has it one night Basquiat asked him if he could paint the gate outside. Dude said yeah, and Basquiat painted one of the devils he'd paint in the dark days of his addiction. He then goes back to the city with the dope he had left and OD’s. The next day, his face is on the cover of all the newspapers. Homie with the spot in BK has someone take the gate down and quickly puts it in storage. At some point, dude gets knocked, does a few years. When he gets home, he brings the gate to Basquiat’s father who had put together an authentication team of his son's closest friends. At that time everyone and their mother was pulling up with Basquiat works looking to cash in. Basquiat’s buddies who knew his work well recognized the piece to be his immediately, but his dad put 2 and 2 together and rejected it. Dude knew he had a real Basquiat, but they said it wasnt. Thats when the real fuckery began. The movie is called The Last Basquiat. Based on a true story. Someone tell Cudi to make that. We’ve had our fill of Basquiat biopics.