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Graff stories

Discussion in 'Third Rail' started by KILROE, Jul 6, 2002.


    KILROE Junior Member

    Joined: Oct 21, 2001 Messages: 118 Likes Received: 0
    anybody got any good graff stories? shit that went down while you were painting or anything else related to graff? come on, share!

    REGULATOR Elite Member

    Joined: Sep 6, 2001 Messages: 3,383 Likes Received: 0
    this one time....i ran from a bunch of soccer moms because i bought the last beanie baby at the wallmart
  3. melt

    melt Guest

    one time i was hanging off a bridge rocking a burner with a yellow fine point sharpie, and i fell off into the back seat of a cop car, and i took apart the sharpie and threw the yellow ink into the cops his eyes because he gave me a dirty look, and he died and the car went off a cliff, then i jumped out the window and opened my parachute, but it didnt open, so while i was falling i took off all my clothes and made a parachute out of them, but it fell apart, and then the car exploded and bounced me back up the cliff, and i was hanging on by a twig, and i this old man offered me his hand, so i climbed up, and i was like "who is this old man?", and he said he was my long lost twin, and i believed him, but i turned around and he stabbed me with a paperclip and ran away, then i was lying there dying and i saw an ant, and i said "avenge my death!", and the ant said "ok" and crawled into the old mans nose and took over his brain, and then we saved christmas... again.
  4. Prismacillor

    Prismacillor New Jack

    Joined: Mar 29, 2002 Messages: 64 Likes Received: 0
  5. •nakone•

    •nakone• Member

    Joined: Jul 2, 2002 Messages: 967 Likes Received: 0
    MELT.. you have some imagination

    REGULATOR Elite Member

    Joined: Sep 6, 2001 Messages: 3,383 Likes Received: 0
    hahaha that was a good story
  7. ~nebz~

    ~nebz~ Guest

    it was about a couple months ago when i actually started going out and taking graff serious ... i was walking around some residential areas and hitting up some marker tags on some signs around the place and i had one can on me a regal blue by krylon and my walking destination was along way away and i was all caught up in the moment... i got to the spot did a huge throw-up and filled in the 3-d and i was walking back from the spot and some bum walks out on out of nowhere... i get all freaked out because i thought he was some undercover or something and i started talking to him (smart of me) and found out that he was actually a bum with a fond knowledge of graff history in va...i left the man with sum change and told him i didnt see him and he didnt see me....i was on my way home through some path to go back to the residential area and from the distance i could see someone walking with a dog and i saw some cop cars behind this wooden fence... i freaked out and ran back into the woods and took out the can launched into the river and my markers ... i had a book in my bag and walked out the placve like i had been to the library or something...the copped didnt say anything to me when i passed by and i was amzed cuz that was like a miracle from God cuz i knew that someone had seen me catch some tags earlier since it was a rich residential place... and they were already looking for someone so me and my smart self ask the other cop what time it was and left without a doubt of anything hapening...but it was my "real" true night out doing something not to hard of a spot but a well watched place so i was all happy....thats my dumb story of a newbie :D

    REGULATOR Elite Member

    Joined: Sep 6, 2001 Messages: 3,383 Likes Received: 0
    Re: Re: Graff stories

    dumbasss you threw your shit in the river??? just hide that shit under a rock or in a bush and come back for it the next day
  9. ~nebz~

    ~nebz~ Guest

    hey it was no prob i had finished the can on my throwie and the markers were just some cruddie magnums so i didnt care...