its pretty sad but one time i had just bombed a bathroom stall and on the way our the cleaning guy sees me marker in hand. i just dipped out and ran

 

i hope this is 100% false, that shits retarded

 

tagging your school is some of the dumbest shit imaginable.ESPECIALLY while your still there.not only becuase you have no 4 amendment rights in school basicly and they can search you for almost nothing,or that high schoolers tend to have pretty loose lips but more importantly your not just fuckin up your game,but every other writer in the school.and there is at least 5 or so.depending on where you live at.theres about 8 or 9 at mine.currently.

 

I think I might be the only serious writer in my school.

 

This thread made me lul a lot and at the same time realize that while cops are getting smarter most of you are getting dumber.

I got caught today, heres how it goes, I go out to install a CD case... So as I usually do I go to the spot, clean it up with a kleenex or something. So as im about to put the case in the spot after peeling the vinyl that I glued to the back of the case, a taxi driver yells at me saying something like "I'll fucking call the cops" so I'm like yeah whaterver and continue sticking the case and taking a proper picture and as I'm doing this I forget theres a police station-like place like 2 minutes away so I add some slaps beside the case cause I'm a fucking dumb ass. So eventually the cops come, I freeze they start asking me what I'm doing and I chatted them up and eventually there like "Just take the stickers off and you can go" So I proceeded and left the case assuming they wouldnt mind and they said that next time they saw me they wouldn't be so friendly.

I get along with cops. I'm not one of those "FUCK DA POLIZ MANG! FUK EM" people. They do their job and they make mines funner.

Short story. In my area all the sticker,wheatpaste "street art" shit isn't seen so badly as tagging and bombing.

 

um, i hope while you were "chatting them up" you didn't give anything that will have them knocking on your door soon. my boy's had that happen, where he thought the cops were just letting him go, and that it was all good, but then they came to his job the next day and took him in, in front of his boss and everything.

 

i was busted about a month ago. the story starts about 3 days before it happened. one of my friends was insistant on hitting every bridge in the city. so.. we do it. it sort of got to our heads so, on the third day, our last bridge.. we head down to go under it.. broad daylight, crime watch area.. we take what we THINK is the best possible, and least sketchy route. but we actually had just fucked our selves over. so we head down, and were both saying, dude something doesnt feel right, i dont feel comfortable at all. we should have stopped there. but.. my arguement was, it was a long walk, were both always sketched out, we should just do it and get it over with. so we go hit it, i fill and outline my bomb realy fast, probably the fastest iver ever gone, due to being so sketched out and just wanting to leave. when im done my friend is still skething his third letter..then i look down the track and theres two people peering through the bushes at us, but i can clearly see them. not thinking much of it, im just like, dude theres some neighbors watching us lets roll. but thats exactly what they wanted us to do, so we jog down the tracks away from them and 3 cops run out of the side of the bridge screaming "freeze mother fuckers get on the fucking ground blah blah blaah" and all that stereotypical cop talk. so my friend runs down the track, i run up the hill onto the road. i have a fat motherfucker chasing me, and my friend has the cop from terminator two chasing him.haha. but i run up the hill, jump the gaurdrail and run across the road and a truck stops, and i quickly look into the window..it was a writer, a writer i had some problems with, but he crossed the line when he said "your busted motherfucker", and then he tried to block me from getting across the road, but i did. and i jumped the other gaurdrail, ran through someones backyard while they were having some type of picknick or bbq, by this time i have a terrible cramp..cause im fat.. so i just start tipping lawnmowers and grills and other things in hopes the cop will trip. so i look back and hes JUST getting over the gaurdrail, and he tries jumping over it, probably trying to show off for the people having the bbq? but ends up catching his foot on the edge of the gaurdail and busting ass down the hill. so im saying to myself im getting away im getting away, but right then, 2 cops and a detective pull up. so i just stop. and they get out of there cars and start walking towards me not worried about me running anymore, they just said stay still blah blah. but then that fat cop runs up to me, power shoves me to the ground, jumps on top of me, puts his knee into my back and is screaming "stop resisting stop resisting!". then blah blah, im in the police station, they didnt really question me,they said the reason i got cought is the neighbors saw "two suspicious individuals waling into the woods and going under the bridge with backpacks on" i get bailed out..go to court the next day, go to jail for a month..get out. and im here.
the end.

 

ig ot cuahgt taking a dump n 1 of thoze toylets that ur not supposed 2 take a dump n like da 1s on da wall n shit wen da cleaner guy walked n on me

had 2 go 2 detenshun


but the otha day I was buyen paint n da dood @ da stor was all like what r u doin wit all dis spray paint? an I thought i was fuckkkkkked 4 a secund but den i thought real fast and said somethin but i kant remembr wat rite now but i think he beleved me kuz no kopz showid up or nuthin

 

He probly just beat the shit out of you and cracked your head or something small like that, it would explain your lack of intelligence.

 

I've never been caught by the cops, or had to run from them much.
But I have had to run from a real threat before.

One night me and my partner in crime find a shitty back ally behind a row of abandoned buildings that run behind a strip club and a restaurant. There was a ladder leading to the roof of the restaurant which had a nice rooftop spot so we went up and did a nice crew hit and since it was so late and we knew no one had seen us we sparked a blunt.

As were about to finish the blunt I hear something from down below us, I look over the edge to see a sheet of plywood that was covering the windows of the "abandoned" building was actually on hinges and a big guy was holding it open. Then 2 guys in suits exit the "abandoned" building and go into the back door of the strip club, then 2 more guys each with duffel bags walk the other way out of the way we came into the ally. Then the big guy who was holding the plywood door up, closes it. As he does this, like a noob I choke on the blunt and start to cough, dude turns around looks up and without saying a word hop's on the ladder and starts climbing up. I turn and run, as does my buddy, we run along the roof of the place, he jump's in a tree that is next to the building and climbs down, and I jump onto a patio of another bar and then climb down from that. The guy was looking over the edge of the building at us and then turns and runs back the way he came, but at this point he is shouting over a cell phone about "a problem" that "they got". Needless to say we both book it down the street, we decide on a spot to meet and split just in case they are following closer behind then we think. We got away and nothing came of it after, not like crooks are gona call the cops on you ahaha.

So we're both mad curious about this building with the fake boarded up windows that's supposed to be abandoned so we go back at a later time to see what was behind the plywood. We lift it up, its on hinges, and under it is a door with a lock on it. We both realize that this is the stash house for the Hells Angles run strip club behind it.

Two weeks later were coming from a friends apartment and we see all these fire trucks and shit and this building is basically burnt to the ground, on the news its blamed on street kids who "live in the building" they even interviewed some cunt sobbing down at the scene of the fire "worried" about the kids. Who after the fire conveniently leave town, I was told by a homeless guy who hung with them that they were threatened to be killed if they didn't leave town 3 days before the place got torched.

I got a buddy of mine who is a cop, (dude was my neighbour basically a big brother to me, and doesn't give a shit about any illegal crap I do, plus he is on the bomb squad and the ERT so its not like he cares about petty shit anyway) he always give's me inside dirt so I ask him about the fire and what his thoughts were, he told me that the word around the department was that the investigation was to be left alone and for no one to pursue it.

This isn't a load of shit either, and its pretty fucking sketchy if you ask me.


here's the news story about it
http://www.thetelegram.com/index.cfm?sid=157207&sc=79

 

theirs a story to tell your grandchildren right there.

 

Thanks for the fucking laugh lol.

 

I Haven't Been Caught But I'm Not Up As Much As I Want To Be Either Though..But One Night I Was Tryin' To Catch A Train Or Two With A Throwie. I Started Flowing And I Was Gettin' Ready To Finish And I Looked Down The Track And This Guy With A Flashlight Was Walkin' Down The Track's. I Couldn't Run Cause He Would See Me So I Crawled Under The Train And Waited For Him To Get Away So I Could Run. I Pretty Much Had It Finished, So Before I Ran I Finished The 3D And Fuckin' Booked It..

 

Ive been busted. 3 Grand and 50 hours of community service. Friends arent always friends.

 

Wicked story.

 

I got caught once. Me and my crew were doing a piece all the way around an entire building at a soccer complex, after tagging a few places before that on that night. Someone saw a previous tag, and called the cops, who went browsing through town to find us. Ran through half a mile of trees, to see flashing lights on the street on the other side, so I ran to the left, and headed for another street, where I hid behind a parked car on the side that looked like it had just broke down or something. Turns out, it was an unmarked car. All my crew got caught too. It was a sloppy job. Too much painting in one night in sketchy places, no gloves. But we just had to spend the night in jail for a night, I got off on juvenile petition, and the charges got dropped after we pressure washed the building, and painted over the other spots. My guardian had to pick me up from the station and was pissed. Sorry for the long ass fucking story.

 

LOL That's fucking epic. Story of this thread.

 

all the truth haha i see the plywood that blocked the door the ladder and looks like a good roof spot

 

long story short: a pig once came to my door and took me to the police station without a reason at first, then when I got to the police station the guy that's higher in rank (leutenant, chief... I have no fucking clue what the fuck they call him) started questioning me and accusing me of writin, but they didn't really have any SOLID proof that I do, so when they saw that I was constantly denying and telling them that I don't write but I'm into arts and design so I like graffiti and I just simply take flicks of them when I see em only for aesthetic purposes (other pigs saw me earlier taking flicks of a piece with my mobile and prolly squealed on me) they started showing me flicks of pieces and tags done by other writers here and asking me to help them figure out what's written in them and to give them info on who are the writers... but I kept my hat on of course and started telling them that I don't know any of the writers and that I can't really tell what's written... they eventually let me go with a little help from my old man
it was a close call, I was basically in the hornets' nest, like only a few meters away from the cell, but made it out free
since then I take extra precaution hiding my identity and "looking both ways before crossing the street" if you know what I mean