Yeah, I hate those people that actually stop and confront you. I once did a piece with my two friends, and I swear, at least 25 cars drove past us and saw us. But another time, literally 5 minutes after I started painting, the first car to go by stopped and started driving towards me. My friends jet, and right as I was about to go with them, they go "GET THE FUCKING PAINTS!". I run back to get the paints, and the car is like, 10ft away, and once I got them I just jumped into some bushes. The car drove right up to the bushes, and the driver rolled down the windows. It was this old guy, like 70 years old, and he was just like, "You better run" and "I'm calling the cops" and shit like that, and them drove away. My friends apparently were watching in the distance, and they ran up to me and we sprinted the fuck out of there. Later that day, there were a couple cop cars where we were, all because an old guy reported some toys fucking around behind an abandoned building.




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