haha hey its all love in this graffiti forum. I was just asking in case i called u "bro" or something and u didnt like it.
so ya i just wanna drop a little story about my week.
I went to a sort of apartment complex a few days ago, and i went into a ghetto ass staircase and went all the way to the bottom, really scary, even in the middle of the day, and me and my boy started throwin up pieces, practicing, just quick throwups, nothing special.
So we heard people coming down the stairs, yelling, and we looked at eachother, and we were fuckin scared. So we pulled our gloves off, ditched the paint under the stairs and I grabbed my skateboard and we waited as we heard them come closer
I saw my boy, and he had that face on where you know he was ready to fight for his life. That look inspired me and I stapped my backpack on tight, and hid behind a nearby wall ready to knock out in one shot anyone that would either A rob us, or B snitch us out.
BTW this was the bottom of the staircase, really grimey ghetto place, very small, so there's really nowhere to run because the boiler room doors were locked up tight.
So the walking reached 1 story above us, we could hear every word they were saying, but they were speaking some sort of middle eastern language, and I couldnt understand it, and my buddy wasn't from the same country as these people.. It sounded like they were moving something really big. Like a couch or an oven..... We stood there silently, less scared, and ready to do a little more graff
I threw up one more tag, and so did he, and we threw the can back under the stairs and booked out as soon as the people had gone.
We left, bunned some ganja, he dipped home, and so did i.... I have to mention, skateboarding high is a fuckin RUSHHH!! It's a great feeling, especially when you're listening to Lupe Fiasco, who is an awesome artist, you should download some songs by him if you wanna hear some good hip hop.
So tonight, right now its about 4:30AM where I'm at, (eassst coast soNN!) and I arrived at my other friends house after a long ass mission. We met up with this girl who I was gonna bring bombing with us but she was gettin ready for bed, and so she went inside... damn she was hot.. lol...
So then we biked from her house, 20 minutes over to the ghetto ass apartment complex, and boooyyyy that staircase is a million times scarier when its a dark night in the summer. I slowly went down the staircase, hearing water dripping, and hearing every pebble underneath my steps crack as I went down these shoddy, falling apart stairs. As I approached the bottom, I revisited my graffiti, looking at it and thinking
"Damn I'm good" :)
I looked under the stairs but didnt see my can.... I thought someone had taken it.... Then from behind the doors to the boiler room I heard talking and footsteps... I wasn't doing anything wrong but my criminal instinct (lol, im 100% serious) told me to run... So, right before I ran, I caught a glimpse of something shiney underneath farther back beneath the stairs... IT WAS MY CAN!! I grabbed it and put it inside some old shorts I had brought along with me to cover the can up, cuz I didnt have a bag....
then BOOM... someone opened the door... The door was behind a little wall so the person behind couldn't see me directly after opening the door. I thought "oh fuck... spraypaint in my hands... graffiti on the walls.... i dont need no criminal charge" SO, i booked. I booked for my fucking life, and just as i ran up the staircase, the guy saw me.
"Oh... FUCK!" i thought
he called me "Hey!!"
I BOOOKED up those stairs, skipping 2 stairs at a time pumping my arms like a fuckin locomotive! The adrenalyn totally KICKED my heart into ENGINE mode, and I forgot what it felt like to have tired muscles after running up stairs...
Now, at this point, I was scared that he was chasing me, and I didn't know if the second set of footsteps I heard were his, or echos of my own.
I RAN out the door on hte ground level, and my buddy was sitting there on his bike, guarding mine.
I motioned GO!!!!! And jumped on the seat of the bike (hurting my balls in the process, but i didnt fuckin care) and we ZOOMED down the street, and as I looked back I could see the man running out of the door and stopping as soon as he saw us leaving on our bikes...
We quickly rode our bikes to a nearby valley, where it was pitch bblack, we rode our bikes through this darkness, and couldnt even see our hands in front of our faces at some points.
We biked and biked until we came to the part of the valley that is near my buddys house, and we biked up a big asss hill, killing my muscles even more...
we biked to his house, and as soon as we got on his street... we were home free.......
I raised the can that was still in my spare shorts triumphantly. And I said the words
"We came all this way, for only this pay..."
My friend chuckled as we pulled the bikes into his back yard. We set the bikes on his grass, came inside, i totally just ripped the soaked shirt off my back and fell on his fouton and started to hit up Newgrounds on his laptop..... So I guess I'm living proof that you can visit the NG forums, and still have an exciting life outside of it.... i hope that inspires some nerd that reads this, lol
so we drank pepsi, watched Super Mario Bros Z (GREAAT series by the way) all the way to episode 4 and stopped midway into episode 5 due to ending of attention span...
SO... Here I am... posting on the forum.... And if there's any words I'd want to leave you with.... its this.
Being a graffiti artist is more than a hobby... It's a lifestyle... it's almost a religion.... a way of thinking and believing... we have our legends, our gods, our enemies, our satans, we have ups, downs, and it's our relief when we have nowhere to turn....
The life of a graff artist will give you stories for you to tell your kids, and your grandkids... It will also allow you to look back when you're 40 and think "yea... I did that..." And you feel fulfilled.... Even if it's in some petty way like that, I still feel fulfilled knowing that I did some crazy shit in my lifetime................ I also reccomend doing it before you're 18... because now that I'm 18 I feel so much more insecure about tagging... do that shit while you're still a minor, because its 100x funner, and 100% less scary when you're running from the cops...
and to the guy who's name I cant rememmber because I'm too busy posting... the guy who posted saying "yea where is everybody", I don't see why you're asking that... I've never seen you post in this thread, and by the sounds of it, you dont even do graffiti...
and to everybody... if graffiti isnt your thing.. FIND YOUR GRAFFITI!!...... Find your passion, and run with it.... it's the most fulfilling thing you can do in your lifetime.....
Also, I highly reccomend doing Magic Mushrooms and smoking weed... that could very well open your eyes to your passion...and to a boatload of other things in life....
DaSadGirl, I understand if you don't want to share sexual orientation/gender.. i guess there is a personal issue related to that... You seem like a smart enough person to thoroughly enjoy shrooms mental effect... They make your mind race, and think in a way that words truely CANNOT describe. If you DO have any issues (not sayin that u do), shrooms and weed have the power of YEARS of therapy, put into 4 hours.... always do shrooms with a friend, and the first time have someone sober around...
If you're not into drugs, you should REALLY experiment... They are amazing, and after a mushroom trip you will never be the same again... you will change as a person for the better... and have plenty of Pink Floyd to listen too, even if u dont like that type of music.... its fuckin amazing.
ok well I'm running out of space to post, at the period at the end of this sentance I will have 139 characters left.
Stay writin, keep your game up, and your brain up. Don't take your brain for granted, it was gods greatest gift to us
peace......