My stepdads always looking through my room he found a can of montana a few days back and took it wbu?
my mom still is under the impression im huffing cause my room alway smells like decos or sharpies... there stupid
my parents straight up by me stuff, and support me and my brother doing graff. i make my ink on my art table which is write by the kitchen so my parents always see me making ink and markers i think my dad used to write
lucky my rents used to accept the illegal stuff now they dont mind me paintin but they dont know i still get up there was a time they hated it all, stopped me gettin cans an all that
my mom is always harsh snoopin thru my room she always finds bud and shit i ask what shes doing in my room shes like i was cleaning and im like what cleaning my drawers bs my room is already clean then my fuckin stepdad searches my internet history i caught him doing it and almost punched him in the face
i mean, my parents buy me paint and will take me to get markers and shit. my dad saw a throw i did across the street and laughed and thought it was awesome. he said a while back that he would take me to a train yard sometime to paint, but that hasn't happened. my parents drive by my stuff all the time and think it's funny, and they'll just say shit like "just dont get caught" i did catch my mom looking through my room one time and she tried to play it off like she was just looking at my stuff. im not scared though cause i keep everything illegal in a lockbox that she thinks i just use as a seat, so she's never got a chance of even getting into it.
i was at a homies house at 6 oclock my mom calls shes liek where r u im like at so and sos shes liek no u arent i can tell ur not inside i know ur out spraypainting and im liek bitch wtf!
i call bullshit you did not call your mom a bitch. and then say wtf to boot. but yeah i hate shit like that
ur right it was more along the lines of wat the fuck are you stupid its 6 oclock why the fuck would i be spraypainting then shes like i dunno then im like if you dont beleive me call my freinds house and i hung up she never called tho
my parents never go through my room...only if i dont clean it for ever then my mom will sometimes grab dirty laundry from the floor and come across something...but its usually not a big deal at all..
mmm my mum been threw my stuff before when im nt at home counting my cans etc i gave her a verbal murder when i found out she cried , the thing is (which might sound cold heart and fuckd up but i dont care) i didnt give a fuck she cried , and i still dont it feel good even, oh when i say verbal murder i mean like bitch slut fuck you hoe whore cunt etc etc , but ummm she has gotten used to it a bit idk when my dad is up to aye lol , i remember she found all my ink the other day and was just like watever , that was wierd, hahahh and the time she found my paint hahahhahahahhaha fuck man she was angry , and tthe time i bombed hard 4 or 5 block from our house and she blaimed me cause i had the same colour can , its just like wat get fucked still i love her and all that shit i suppose parents get used to it and accept the fact u write or u could be cool and never ever let them suspect anything
both my parents are str8 rats they think im so much worse than i actually am my mom tells me its bad to smoke weed but i tell her i know she does and now she just tells me off about it but never really gets mad cause school comes first they just take it thats what pisses me off
oh and mas$ wtf are u up to fag he can start a thread i actually enjoyed reading this thread so get fuckd this bombingscience not bullshit as you as
My mum went nuts when she found out I had shit up all over the highway, etc.. I told her I'd stop. Just came back from bombing. Nobody can stop you doing it if you love it that much.
HAHA my parents were like that the first year i started. they finally figured out what i was doing with the decos nd sharpies....
Shit I'm a grown ass man. I do what I want. Seriously though, we have a whole room in our house dedicated to art. Every kind of paint,marker, charcoal, you name it. My wife has a Bachelor's Degree in fine art. There's always something poppin off in there. She is fucking amazing with charcoal. Skeletons and shit.........haha.