Intense ass shit
A bunch of us were painting a spot. It was myself, ZESER, AUGOR, POSE, and NEKST. I was doing all of the letters for everybodyís name and we were all working great as a team putting it all together. We were doing this huge illegal production in a big vacant lot right on a main street in the center of LA. The shit was going to be really fucking retarded when it was done. Unfortunately, somebody was awake at 3am in the apartments behind the lot and heard us through an open window; I guess she heard the noise then peeped us from her pad because (we didn't know this at the time, obviously) she called us in to the police stating, "There are 15 gang members painting graffiti."
A lot of police showed up and while we were making our escape I jumped a wrought iron fence and upon my landing dislocated my knee...not fun. The pain was soo fucking intense my eyes actually went black for a second. I had hurt it in a similar situation running from the police in Miami doing a backlump on the subway there a few weeks before but I thought it had healed up enough to go out again. I was wrong.
When I looked down I could see that it didn't look right, so I flexed my leg and put it back in place. Not fun either.
Anyways, I knew that my running bit of the escape was over so I needed a safe spot to hide. I found what was my best option: the back of a delivery truck that had high walls on the bed, but a open roof. I pulled myself up in there and was hiding for a few minutes. Then I heard the police chopper approaching; my spot wasn't good anymore, needless to say, because there was no cover in the back of the truck that would shield me from the spotlight or the infrared.
Before it got too close I made sure it was safe to get out, then did so. I knew the police were just around the corner, but I was feeling pretty confident for some reason. Luckily I was wearing gloves while painting, so my hands were clean. I got rid of everything incriminating on my person and took off my hoodie for safe measure even though I was sure they hadn't got a clear look at us since the lot was so dark and we were set back far from the street were they approached us.
I hobbled out of the alley right onto the street where 3 squad cars were searching with flashlights. I tried to put my best "what the hell is going on" face and as I popped out around the wall the police rushed me, slamming me into the fence with their guns drawn in my face. I proceeded with my innocent act asking "W-whats going on? Did someone get shot?" Their response was "What the hell were you doing? Did you just come out of that alley?" I replied, "Yeah, I was just taking a piss...whatís going on!?"
After checking my hands, clothes, and pockets and finding nothing graffiti related or illegal, LA's finest politely asked me to "Get the fuck out of here!" I tried to walk away as normal as possible not revealing my leg injury... BOO-YAA.