At 8/13/07 11:21 PM, Kreator0943 wrote:
I live in a realtively small town so everyone knows me and surprisingly respects me for my tags, I think they respect me more for the balls it takes to put them where I do.
I wrote DIE PIGS on the side of it and now everyone thinks im great
in both these situations, it's a given that you have been going around telling everyone, unless everyone collectively saw you do it, which i sincerely doubt. You can't write "DIE PIGS" on the side of a car, and then expect everyone to know it's you, everyone has to find out SOMEhow....
so without saying you bragged, you said that you bragged... catch my drift?
Ok, last night I had this massive friggen nightmare... this isn't the first time I've had a dream like this. It's a little weird but I thoguht I'd share it since it's graffiti related :)
I dreamed that I tagged a mcdonalds window with a marker (that I seem to recall being my On The Run marker) and I saw a police cruiser drive by and I assumed they missed me. I saw my buddy drive up in his shitty blue car and he offered me a drive home. I got inside, and the police cruiser came back into the parking lot and he stared at us in the car, and my buddy drove off... As he drove me home, he remembered he had to go back to the McDonalds for some reason... so halfway home, he turned back, and we went back to the McDonalds..
So I got out of the car (I don't know why), and I went inside and there was this huge investigation going on and police were everywhere, and I thought this was over my tag... I hid my marker underneath a bookcase or a shelf of some kind, and walked away. I saw a newspaper that had a picture of me saying "Graffiti artist thinks he got away" or something like that, I know that's not exactly what it said, but it was close.
So my heart stearted beating really fuckin fast, cops saw me and walked over, I ran for the door and ran outside, it was raining... I ran and ran and ran through this fucked up looking city... and as the police gained on me I woke up, and my heart was beating like a motherfucker.
I don't remember the last time a dream had my heart going liek that... and I remember waking up thinking "holy fuck it was just a dream, I'm safe"... I also remember thinking "fuck im 18 now I'll get fucked for this!", but luckily that was all a dream...
Also, the inside of the mcdonalds looked more like the inside of a hotel :S.
ok yea thats it from me.
stay writin
peace