Big nephews basement, picked up one of his cans. And did it against a wall I was like 9 years old I made one weird ass looking skeleton, I don't know if you could call it a skeleton, it looked like a guy with no cheeks big as head, with super teeth and no eyes. It was.... horrible.
i first tagged BLOKS over a a kid i had beef with in six grade on the schools " tagger wall of fame" he had gone over my friend who was ten times better than me and the other kid :/ it was funny cus the kid i went over is my neighbor
an old abandoned building with a marker, first time with paint was under a train bridge with found cans
One of those stockade picket fences. It was around the corner from my house. I pushed my Tonka truck down to the corner with a can of yellow spray paint I found out in the shed. I then proceeded to write an expletive deletive. End to end. I was four or five years old. Of course I got busted and had to clean it off. But the words were still visible for a couple years after. They shoulda' just painted the whole fence. The rest is history.
Actuall graffiti, a gas station bathroom. Otherwise I started using stickers on bulidings and where ever.
Back of an abandoned pawn shop. When I was leaving, I turned a corner to see a bike cop heading straight for where I was tagging. Made it out just in time.
First can, on the back of a grocery store. It was pretty good for my first one, you could only see it from one street u8nless you knew the spot. Recently buffed...