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A long, long, day

Discussion in 'Metal Heads' started by Vanity, Oct 13, 2001.

  1. Vanity

    Vanity Veteran Member

    Joined: Apr 11, 2000 Messages: 7,673 Likes Received: 6
    i woke up the other day and headed to classes. it didnt bother me, because there's some chick that i thought might have dug me, so iwas excited. of course that was deaded, which i thought would pretty much ruin my day.
    it was a beautiful day, though: sunny, didn't need a jacket, and the leaves falling. so i grab my digital camera and head for the yard. i knew i wouldn't be able to upload because i need a new cord, but i decided to go anyway and worry about the cord later.
    i got to the yard. they were just finishing up some humping. i caught some alright peices, that i mentioned in the bench recently, but my batteries died, so i didn't get flicks of a lot of cars. so i head to the bus stop, see some kid i know and say what'sup, and head home.
    i hadn't hit freights in a couple weeks, so of course im itchin. i putz around, waitin for it to get later. now due to my transportation situation, i can either go early and do a quicky, or i can spend an all nighter in the yard.
    having not painted freights in awhile, and observing the lack of rain in ther forecast i decided on the latter.
    so i'm sitting on the bus with a backpack full of paint: mostly colonial blue and stiping blue, but also fresh blue, black, white, and terracotta. i get into the yard with no problems. i poke around, noticing no action, i think about my plan for the night. i finally decided on 1 'burner,' an e2e burner, and a door & bar side simple, leaving the open panel for someone that gets more complex.
    after poking around a bit more, i settle on a sweet itcx short hopper: jsut big enough for 1 peice without going over anything. i have most of my fill done, when the soo line comes in: i thought it beat me, but it was running late tonight.
    after playing 'dodge the workers' and doing lil paint pen tags for about an hour, i finally get back to work. well, i pretty much finish my peice.. having only the inner force and cleanups left. its starts misting out. at first i thought it was just cause it was below the dew point, but i could hear it falling. fuck... the buses arent gonna be runnin for another 4-5 hours. hoping it'll stop and i'll be able to keep painting, and to think of what to do, i gi and scope out the line just dropped off: locals.
    finally, i think 'fuck it... so it'll be drippy,' and target a railbox (rare in these parts). it's a little close to the road for my liking, but i had painted in that part of the yard with no problems before so i proceed. i dont even finish my first line when a cop comes creeping in the yard, about 5 cars down. i run between the cars, so he'll think im trying to hop the line. he, falling for it, drives to the otherside. i grab my bag and book w/ the 'tracks sprint.' you know, when you're almost sprinting, but staring at the ties for and gabs or anyhting that'll trip you up. i get to the end, stash my bag, and job a few blocks from the yard. what now?
    i hadn't had anyhting to drink in awhile, so i decide to head to the gas station 5-6 blocks away, where i got a tropicana twister (gross) and see some retarded guy w/ "big bill" embroidered on his jacket. i head back to the yard.
    half way there i sit down to rest my legs (i had jsut been standing for 5 hours and and ran from the cops). i decide to go back, maybe paint if im feeling it. i decide to paint, but whenever i started, there was a shift change, so some worker would drive by. the only part i could paint would be on the same side of the same line i had already hit. fuck, im going home.
    i haver 2 hours to wait. it's cold, wet, i'm tired as hell, so i end up laying on the sidewalk for awhile. i acutally thought about going back to the yard and sleeping in a boxcar, but having done it before, i dedcided it's too cold to let myself sleep. besides, maybe a cop will find me suspicious and end up giving me a ride home.. it's happened before. no luck. i finally make it to the time where busses start runnin, nodding off a few times in between.
    i dunno whether i had a great night, or a horrible one. i'm leaning towards the latter simply because i couldnt paint nearly as much as i wanted. chalk one up to the good guys.
  2. Tofu

    Tofu Senior Member

    Joined: Sep 23, 2000 Messages: 1,230 Likes Received: 0
    Rad story...sounds like a cool experience.


  4. imported_xhobox

    imported_xhobox Member

    Joined: Feb 15, 2001 Messages: 628 Likes Received: 0
    that yard is the best... always alot of stuff happening... you need to get a bike kid... i know all them hills are a pain to ride up... but it's better than getting rained on...
  5. defyoner

    defyoner Elite Member

    Joined: Jul 20, 2000 Messages: 4,873 Likes Received: 3
    good idea westerfields... yo HOBO, email me your number i need to talk to you about getting my phone back. aight PeaceR

    [email protected]
  6. imported_joewelcome

    imported_joewelcome Senior Member

    Joined: Jul 11, 2001 Messages: 1,690 Likes Received: 6
    man i'm feelin you. i had the same problem last nite with the fucking misting in the yard. don't nobody bring up that piece of shit panel i did last night.
  7. THE LAW

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  8. taper

    taper Elite Member

    Joined: Nov 29, 2000 Messages: 4,509 Likes Received: 0
    another expirence i guess... for the better reallt i think;)
  9. shameless self promotion

    shameless self promotion 12oz Legend

    Joined: Mar 7, 2001 Messages: 16,307 Likes Received: 114
    joggin from cops makes ya all hyper, at least for me.
  10. dae1

    dae1 New Jack

    Joined: May 29, 2001 Messages: 94 Likes Received: 0
    what if u slept in a boxcar and it left before you woke up
  11. I_Love_Freights

    I_Love_Freights New Jack

    Joined: Sep 23, 2001 Messages: 1 Likes Received: 0
    For some reason, the yard you are describing sounds like a yard local to me.. The TOILET 4 YARD ?

    If so, get back to me.

    TURBO DOG Member

    Joined: Dec 26, 2002 Messages: 404 Likes Received: 0


  13. steelill

    steelill Senior Member

    Joined: May 4, 2006 Messages: 1,398 Likes Received: 1
    Love the story Turbo.... Now bring me some dollar paint back
  14. smellycheese

    smellycheese Member

    Joined: Aug 4, 2006 Messages: 334 Likes Received: 7
    i'd take that as a decent night, you got to paint a little bit...granted it was raining and you only were able to paint one car, you didnt end up in jail. every night you dont end up in jail is a good night
  15. kage212

    kage212 Senior Member

    Joined: Aug 19, 2007 Messages: 1,098 Likes Received: 23
    that sounds like a hell of a night