im always paranoid because of graffiti, its stress i dont need.but i cant give up graffiti. me and a bud where doing wheatpastes and tags and shit under a bridge and some ppl walked by but they didnt care much. anyway from around the corner comes this railcorp ute and it starts speeding up at us we bail into the skatepark nearby and at that pint there were shitloads of kids and shit all hangin an ridin the park. the guys get outa the car an chase us but we have a headstart.theres no were to run really so we take of our hoods and i take of my hat and shit so we look different. i borrow a dudes bike (some local i know) and the guys come up there like seen anyone running past here.all the local kids new me so they didnt say shit. fukin close call. i always get chased got any ideas for beeing more prepared? NEST.ONE GVS CREW GOSFORD VANDELISM SERVICES. oh yeh an i dithched the weatpaste.
i think the states is pretty harsh on writers, in the UAE(apparently) its pretty chill, and u jus get fined(if u get caught at all) iono though id rather not risk it at all
If you're that worried, just have another writer with you to stand on lookout. Don't bring some buddy, because they'll probably sketch out. Only bring writers with you when you go painting. Just a thought...the dumbest thing you can do is write at school. My buddy and I got nailed because some douchebag ratted us out. So, for a general rule, DON'T WRITE AT SCHOOL. I wouldn't even sketch there, either.
more people are usually scared of us tho you know if we masked , ive wear a scream mask sometimes n shit ive had people say wtf you doing and u i turn around n they just freak the fuck out especially if you walk towards them spraying or something hahahah good tyms
ahh it sucks but i got caught last year, i was doin handys under a bridge and my frend was ment to be looking out, he calls my name but it was too late...some jogger had seen me so i tried to stuff the marker in my pocket and act calm but he grabbed me and chucked me to the ground and put me in a cop hold..then he started yelling hes an off duty cop and shit, he took me to a petrol station and called a wagon. i got took home with just a warning, but its still made me paranoid to this day.
i guess i got caught in school.. i never addmitted to shit tho (this was 2 - 3 years ago when i was just gettin into writing ) They called me in the office and were talkin to me n shit n i was liek nah i didnt do any of that shit but i'll clean it if it'll get you faggots off my back and they made me clean it and thats the only time i ever got in trouble about graff I've also only ran once, and it was from store workers / owners when i was bombing a loading truck. I've never had to run from cops yet.
Today was pretty scary. My friend was supposed to be on lookout while i tagged about 5 doors behind a pizza place hes fucking eating and wasnt paying attention so im writin up my name then this bitch pull up honking her horn telling me to stop right tehre and drop the marker. I finished my tag and just walked away while she called the cops. as soon as i turned on the next street i booked it hahahah fun times. Ive been yelled at a couple times while tagging road signs by people across the other side and i tend to taunt them ahaha.
hahahahah id be pissed if someone tagged on my door...ironic lol heros suck. im not sexist or nething but old women always stop thier car, drive around the corner, run at me, and fuckin yell at me to stop. the guys just laff or give me that weird look
whew, just rolled out to jack box at like 4 thirty, hopped out of the car to catch a tag on the drive thru poles, some chrysler 300 starts yelling, hey come here! come here bitch! come here! so of course i keep walking why turn around and be like, yes can i help you? get chased through the park, hop over the freeway fence, run across the lanes hop another meet up back with my ride. think it was the crew im beefing with but could be another good samaritan who knows. all i know is i was drunk pretty good but the adrenaline sobered my ass up enough, mmmm tacos two for a dollar. havent posted in a bit but there ya go bs.
As it turns out, Wal-Mart has secret shoppers. My past 5+ racking trips there had led me to believe otherwise. So i'm chillin' in one of the aisles, doin' my thing, makin' sure nobody is around, I handle a few cans, and my girl phones me, and as I go to pull my phone out, I see this motherfucker peeking through a display at the end of the aisle, and it was madddd obvious this bitch wasn't looking at the clearance motor oils. The second our eyes meet, he darts off into the next aisle, and here I can see his body outline threw the holes in the aisle dividers. So I leave my goods in the aisle and decide to flip the script on this guy to see if he's the real deal or just some creepy dude. I follow him for a good 10 minutes, in that time he's checked back in the aisle I was originally in and seen i'm not there, so he's frustrated and lookin' all over the place for me, at this point it was obvious this douche wasn't buyin' anything. So another good 5 minutes goes by and he gives up, he's checkin' out this couple looking at dining room furnishings, and I see him pull out some dinky, little, rent-a-cop walkie-talkie, and tells the fake-bacon on the other end that there's a kid wearing so-and-so trying to steal paint. Now seeing as this dude was now on the other side of the store, I book it over to where I left my shit, grab it, and head back towards the bedding shit aisles. I give it a good few minutes, just lookin' at all the quilts for a good night rest when out of the corner of my eye I see another douchebag peering through the end display, only this time it's some Bill Gates lookin' ***** with a pink, "Hawaii" t-shirt. At this point I say "fuck it," I had no idea Wal-Mart was so tight assed, so I leave my loot behind and just bounce. Now I know I wasn't caught per-say, but I figured i'd warn y'all to keep an eye out for whatever you're doing. Whether it be everyday heroes, or half-ass, secret-shopper vaginas at your local retail store, be on the lookout for goody-good dickfucks looking to bring you down. My apologies for the language, i'm just frustrated that I now have to locate another spot, having blown up this one for myself and other writers. Way to go, asshole.
artist in Berkeley, CA I'm a reporter with the UC Berkeley Graduate School of Journalism. I'm looking for graffiti artists in Berkeley, CA that would like to talk tagging in Berkeley. I'm doing a story on the a heightened crackdown on tagging in the city. Please email me: [email protected].