Max was becoming more and more overwhelmed by the society in which he lived. When he was arrested the second time for writing graf, the boston cops roughed him up a bit, calling him a faggot, asking him what he was doing writing on walls that werent his, and confiscated his shoes and pants, leaving him in jail for the night in just his underwear, and he appeared in court the next morning in the same state of undress. Max thought that no one would appreciate his art, that the world was a horrible place full of ignorant, unnappreciative people, and 3 weeks ago, he hung himself at his home in Armunk, New York.

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