I saw a dead dog on the tracks too and it was painted from other taggers like on the body...It was nasty!
today I went to this school and there was no one there, I hoped this small ass fence trying not to scuff my forces, it was quiet as shit. I approached this fairly smooth wall, I quickly took my kiwi mop and proceded to draw my monkey, then I heard this crash sound like someone dropping dishes. So I hauled ass and hopped this fence with barb wire and it almost ripped my new jacket, so I walked a couple of blocks till I came to this freeway under pass thing, I saw other handstyles so I did a quick tag. I walked away trying to keep my kool but then some mindless shit hobo screamed at me, I nearly pissed my pants there, I don't know what he said because I started running, after 5 sec I noticed he wasn't following me, then the I saw the bus coming and I got on and went home. Can't wait till I get my otr markers
while a was bombing a piece i turned around and saw a popo i was so freaked out i just got out a knife and stabed him.. i got caught and i'm in jial right now, how can i be typing this in prison, good answer my friend stuck in this laptop where i hide it in my ass so everytime i'm alone in my cell i pull it out and go to BS yaaaa!!! :lol:
I saw a dead dog on the tracks too and it was painted from other taggers like on the body...It was nasty! [/b][/quote] Awwwww thats sad aminals are people too. when i saw those dog feet my day was ruined
I don't have like any stories at all... but i was taggin all the windows at my old school and then while i was taggin one of the windows the windows right next to me opens and this guy (i think it was the janitor) starts yelling, so i was like fuck off bitch. He tried jumping out of the window but he was like, fuckin' kids, stop graffiting on my school, and i finished my tags and walked away like a gangsta. Then later that night when i went to my house to decide to do some nofills cause i only had like 2 cans or something, and this cop was just parked at this church with his search light on, so i dropped the cans behind this car and right after i put them down he shines the light on me and starts yelling, so i just kept walking and then he started driving towards me. so he pulled up next to me and i just said hello officer and he was like, what are you doing at this time of night, and i said i was out for a walk and he bought it, but he asked if i had seen any graffittiers cause i guess that janitor called the cops after i left. well, yeah...
before i got into writing, some nazi fuckers sprayed swastikas and WP's(white power) and shit all over my neighbourhood, so me and a couple friends grabbed some paint to go paint over it. the first couple ones we found went off without a hitch, but i guess we werent out late enough, because this woman saw us covering a bunch of more well lit ones and called the cops. we were long gone by the time they got there, but they started patrolling the block, and on my home home, they stoppe dme and a friend. this woman started harassing us, asking us if we were spray paitning anything, and we said no, but we noticed some nazi shit, and asked if they were looking for those assholes. she said no, the people she was looking for were covering over it(obvious bullshit, since it was different from her original story, she wa sjust fishign based on all the anti-nazi patches an dstuff on my clothes), and asked if she could search our bags. well, my bag was FULL of paint, so i said no, and she kept bugging me about it, until finally she gave up and let us go. she didnt get right back into her car, though, and it was a quiet street, and i dont think i've ever walked so carefully in my life. i woulda been fucked if she'd heard the cans. the city had good enough sense to buff the stuff on the elementary school, but most of the other stuff is still there.
yeah, I hate when that kinda shit happens, i had these cans once and I was trying to walk out of a store, some old ass bitch was all suspicious cause my friend was a dumbass and was like, "LET"S GO DUDE" cause we had to wait for someone to come in, and right as we come in the guy is just staring at us, and then I heard the balls klink. I fuckin looked at him and he was staring out the window, so I ran into this apartment complex with my friend and he started throwing all of his shit everywhere like a dumbass, he just chucked his paint prety much in plain view, and then he took all of his markers and just threw them in a bush, i put my paint in a mail can (not a trash can it's for like envelopes and shit) and it was right next to a pool and then i just kept my markers, cause i could outrun the dude with my markers, well about 10 minutes of walking i didn't really give a fuck about my paint or anything anymore, but my friend was like, I need those markers and shit, so we had to go back, fortunately all my shit was still there and i got it without a hassle. So, I had all my shit, and he had some markers, (he was a dumb ass.) so he goes to try and get his paint, but there was this van that was parked like right next to it, and there were these guys in it, i told him i doubt they were gonna do anything but he was a pussy and wanted to wait, so i said whatever, i went around the complex taggin some signs and just messin around. I go back, and the mother fucker is still waiting there for the dudes to leave, i just told him to grab the shit or i was gonna go. so he went up and grabbed it, and they didn't do shit. pussy, i swear. but yeah, people need to mind their own fuckin business and stop trying to be heroes and save the peoples paint by trying to run after some god damn kids. because it didn't work that time, and i'm sure for that guy, it never worked. This other time, (i swear this is a short one) i was in this ghetto ditch just paintin'. Then I ran out of paint, and it was sort of in the daytime by that school in the first story that i posted. so i threw the can, and looked in the streets, i didn't see a soul. So I started taggin the beware of dog signs and dumpsters and shit that were in the alley and then I was on these steps and this old guy and old woman start walkin towards me, and he was yellin something i never found out what he was yelling. well i started running down the alley and i run into these two gangstas, and they were just smokin weed or ciggs or something. so i just said, fuckin old people chasin me, they just laughed and said cool what did you do. And then they started getting closer and i was like, well i gotta go. I found a side alley that led to a neighborhood and then i ran across the street to the next alley right across from it and then walked to the right so that they wouldn't really find me cause i was getting a little tired. well, i lost them and just started taggin the dumpsters and signs and shit in that alley and then just walked home. I Hate Old People.
this one time, my cousin and I are out painting like for an hour or two, and then we go back home to get my uncle. (going to the gas station for snacks) and we're walking by this car dealership and I just tag this garbage can (my uncle knows I write, he just doesn't care ). we keep walking like for 15 seconds, and I'm like "hey mike, (my uncle) lets get some of these balloons off of the cars and tie them to our dogs (which we were walking at the time). so I just take an exacto knife, and get like 3 or 4 or them, tie them to our dogs and my my cousin inhaled one. Mine had popped, so I run back to get another one. As I'm cutting it off, a police car rolls up and two guys get out and are like "freeze!" (I'm with my uncle, I'm not about to run. beside we had our dogs with us) "that's not your balloon, is it kid?" I was like "no, I'll put it back, very sorry sir" all of a sudden I hear a *pop* a bark and a garbage can closing. Turns out my cousins popped one of the dogs', and stuffed another in a garbage can. The policeman that was interrogating me's partner (if that makes sense) walks over to them and starts talking to my cousin (who still had his helium voice). all the while, my uncle is trying to sneak away and run leaving us there. The partner stops him, gets his name/age and all that good shit to make sure he's not a felon, or he's kidnapped us or anything... then our dogs run away and we had to run after them (they were scared or something) but the policemen made us stay. Apparently they got a call about some teenagers vandalizing shit and were out looking for them [us]. Since we were with my uncle, they kind of dismissed us and went on looking because they couldn't imagine vandals with there 40something year old uncle. my uncle later received a letter from the car dealership charging him for a couple of bucks worth of balloons of all the shit we did that night, we got busted for boosting balloons. that's hardcore shit right thurrrr
^lol nice Me and a few guys were paintin this highway wall.When we finished my mate lit up a spliff and started smokin it.This cop pulled over and i was like oh shit were gonna get done for drugs/vandalism i was ready to run but he just cooly walked over to us and said "Hey you kids be careful,My brothers son was run down on a road just like this k?also don't smoke near graffiti u never know how fresh it is.So get up on the street.If i come back and ur still here i'll book you alright?bye kids" and drove off. We got so lucky i didn't paint for weeks!
Aight, one night I was stayin at my homie TWAN's crib, and his dad had like 4 cans of wal mart black, so we grabbed 1, and we went like 4 house down and it was like the "main neighborhood road" and hit up on on this kids wall facing the road(I had beef with this kid) so I toss a throwie on his wall, and keep in mind this is like 1 in the morning maybe 2... we see a car and just start fuckin bookin it, and we turn a corner on to "butler" and this guy who is a big ass fuckin tweeker is riding by, and im like "wwwwooooooo great jog" and we wait for a second, and he comes back and yells at us for graffiti, so we start running, as he gets on his cell phone on the cops, and we we're pretty paranoid being it was the first time we got chased, so we thought he was following us for like 2 hours when we lost him after like 30 minutes.. yeah so we ran for a long time for no reason........ AND A FEW MONTHS BACK ME AND HIM GOT ARRESTED FOR DOIN SOME HEAVENS ON THE TOP OF A FRYS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY... WE GOT LOST IN THE SYSTEM AND STILL HAVENT RECIEVED A COURT DATE BUT WE WERE ALREADY WARNED FOR GRAFF, SO THEY CALLED AND SAID WE WERE SPOSE TO GO TO JAIL OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT YEAH, AND YEAH...
ok this happend not long ago , not much of a story but a complete waste of fucking time.. well, it was on tuesday ? me and a couple of friends were gona go paint. so me and one of my friends meet up at a train station, go to the gift shop to buy our paint.. 6 cans each, and go on our 30 minute train ride to the city to pick up a friend, on the way there 2 other cunts bailed cos one had work and the other one had to go out.. so were waiting for the last guy, after 30 minutes he doesnt show up. so we go on another train to go to the graff shop to buy our outlines and background, hoping to pick up some ink and shit. we get there and its closed because of public holidays, were fucked now, so we had to go ALL the way back to near my joint, took about 50 minutes, then stashed our cans and went home
ok this happend not long ago , not much of a story but a complete waste of fucking time.. well, it was on tuesday ? me and a couple of friends were gona go paint. so me and one of my friends meet up at a train station, go to the gift shop to buy our paint.. 6 cans each, and go on our 30 minute train ride to the city to pick up a friend, on the way there 2 other cunts bailed cos one had work and the other one had to go out.. so were waiting for the last guy, after 30 minutes he doesnt show up. so we go on another train to go to the graff shop to buy our outlines and background, hoping to pick up some ink and shit. we get there and its closed because of public holidays, were fucked now, so we had to go ALL the way back to near my joint, took about 50 minutes, then stashed our cans and went home were suposed to piece this friday aha , hope the cans are still there
aight, so I always go on solo missions, just becauze no one writes in this fuckin town of mine. so once I was thinkin of bombing some abandonned old mansion. so one night, I got in this creepy ass house. from the minute I walked in, I had a strange feeling, but I thought, well fuck it. I saw a beautifull wall, where the living room must have been, so I was taking out my cans, and while I did that, paranoid as I am, I thought, well maybe I was, I was hearing like doors closing, and the wooden floor creaking, anyway, it was really creepy. so I was like, oh man I gotta get outta here, and I just tagged the wall, and I was gone. when I told the story to my homeboy, he didn't believe me, so I was like, ok, I'm gonna take a picture than. so that same day I went in the house again. what I saw was really unbelievable: there was nothing left from my tag but a GHOSTtag. :lol:
One time, I went to go tag a buildig in the dark and couldn't see all too well. So I did, and when I went to go take a flick on my digi and had the light flash, there was an old man leaning on the building and i accidentally tagged on him instead. Kidding.