Poundland. (UK dollar store place).

It was Car Auto Sheen stuff, came in white, grey and black.

Actually attempted a piece with it at one point too lol. Luckily I discovered a graff shop a train ride away selling real paint.

 

my uncle use to write back in the day,when i was 5 er 6 he was watchin me while my dad was at work,he took me on a lil mish"the fucker said we were goin to the park"we get down to this tunnel underpass on the way there we stop in the middle i jump up onto the bench all pissy then he tells me to sit down n shut the fuck up for a second i sat there in a trance once i seen him pull that can outa the bag,then outa no where he tosses me sum marker tellin me go nuts lil man.

not bout my first can
sorry lol

 

my first can

i was 9,there was this art fag that lived up the street from my house"he looked like elton john no joke" he had fucking boxes of cans and all i took was 2 cans silver and purple an i did these fucked up cjs tags all up the alleyway near my house

 

stole a can of primer from my grandmas garage and went into the woods and painted trees. ever since a can felt right in my hand.

 

from a homehardware and i stole it not cause i thought it ws what you supposed to do its casue i had no money and me and my buddie wanted to paint some shiiiiiit and right after i went and stole some juice lollolol

 

stole a can of old falt white rusto from my my neighbor when i was 11

 

thanks rona for supplying my first can for free.. haha

 

shitty tire no one gives a fuck what your doinwith it

 

Well heres a story,
My brother (rest in peace) was one of Mexicos greatest writers. Old school days, people would pay him thousands for him to do a mural. But I was like 5 months old when he was in his glory days. Unfortunately he passed away due to a flying bullet at a party, my mom blames his graffiti.

When my bro passed she put all his graffiti stuff(cans, old school markers, old school caps, pictures, old school books and mags, respirators and stuff like that) in boxes and hid it in my garage.

Until one day I was skating (11 years old) in our garage and I saw a box that said Fer(Short for Fernando, my brother) so I oppened it and saw a bunch of graffiti pics with my brother in them. I never knew my brother did graffiti. So I pulled out a box of pictures stayed up all afternoon looking at pics, man my bro was a king in his days.

Then my mom came in to tell me it was dinner time. She saw the box open and she bursted into tears and ran home. Then I went home and asked her what happened, she explained me all the story of how my bro used to do graffiti(i was too young so I dont remember) then she said that when they were in the hospital my brother said that all the shit should be mine.

My mom later on explained that she never told me cause she didnt want me getting into that stuff (she thought it was because of graff that my brother passed away) So we finished eating and we went into the garage and opened all the shit. I was 11 so I didnt know what most of the shit was for. So I got my first paint and I think I painted my name on a board. I just left that shit to sit for 3 years until recently I got into graff.

I'll try to take a pic of the old pics and books. It's an odd story really.

EDIT: now that I think about it this sounds like the story from Bomb The System... lol

 

I got a can of red paint from a friend to spray a bicycle

 

can of rusto when i was 12 . red

 

This is so stupid and toy. "My dad put a can of black rustoleum in my hand seconds after I was born. I put up my first tag at 2 days old, and I started piecing at 3 months old. "Who cares. These threads are all pissing contests for people who've never done any painting and want free supplies because they can't afford the paint brand that the seventh letter currently endorses and they're too scared to rack. Truth.

 

I bought my first can. Didnt start racking heavy until my second year writing.

 

I robbed a homeless guy who was throwin down wicked handstyles or days lol jk from my garage..

 

A local park,there was a homeless man stealing bikes and painting them so when he was gone I got his paint

 

I went and racked a red rusto from some hardware store

 

Preach on, brother Aeros.

 

It was a couple months i been stuck wit writing with sharpies in the bathroom n a lil bit on power boxes but anyways, it was a rainy day and i was walking wit my lil brother around the block, and when we was walkin up our street, we stopped at a stop sign and eventually walked over to a fence across the street and he pointed out a black spray can. My heart sped up racing and I picked it up and pressed it down to see if it worked and sprayed a dot on the fence then i told him to not touch it, andleave it there because its bad. Lmaooooo. Ofc i went back 10 minutes later and grabbed that shit. Held it for like three months, it was almost empty mind you, i got about 5 tags out of it and this is like three weeks ago that i started using the can. Lol

 

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I got some gas grenades and I want to know before I sink more money, which types of gas I should get and what do I need to fill the grenades. Also how should I go about the process?