Dock had already been a force on the streets well before I got into following and documenting the subculture back in 2003. Pretty much any major spot I went to Dock was way up on top of everything else. He was a writer who had proved himself through his dedication to his craft and through the mastering his style and form. He could bang out a solid roller or drop a sick multicolor piece, many of which still grace spots along the tracks and around the city to this day. I didn't know the man but I've heard that he was pretty fearless, and stuck up for his homies whenever they needed it. There is so much I never had the opportunity to capture, and a whole lot more that I was never privy to, but for what it is worth here's what I've been able to pull from the vault.
RIP Dock, original Montreal writer & King.