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TEKON303

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  1. You know what I've noticed that makes the Koze stuff stand out more than other writers... Obviously the sheer amount of work, but also, notice barely any work is the same. The styles are always changing, trying new things out. Koze is like snowflakes, you never get the same one =) haha, but honestly that's what keeps it fresh. Other writers are legends for getting up, but almost always have the same style for long periods of time. Think of that on top of the amount of paint being useddd too....wordddddd.
  2. Yeah you guys are right about the legal rights I had during this time, but seriously they were out for blood. I wasn't thinking clearly when they rolled up on me that quick and on a one way with a spot light, so I was taken back. I really respect cops for some of the things they do and the ones in my area (as of now) have been really chill. I live in the deep city, so they are use to all sorts of crazy crap, so they have a laid back attitude compaired to areas in the sub-burrbs. I really thought I was cool when I was complying with all their requests. I didn't think I had anything to hide at the time, so I was almost wanting them to search, because it was a rare occasion I was thinking I was good. haha. I remembered only when it was in progress, trust me I would have gone about it much differently if I knew what was about to happen.
  3. This is a real story, happened last weekend. I get out of work late, same time the bars get out. Anyway, I wait at home an hour and then go out, but this night I was really tired and just wanted to go to 711 and get some sheit and go home. I'm almost to 711 and see a cop coming right at my car with it's flood light on me (I'm on a one way street too), so I'm like ohh shit, wad I do??? I don't have any drugs or haven't been drinking, so I think...Sweet whatever I did, I'm cool, so I pull over nicely to see what the deal is.. He starts telling me to pull over anyway on his loudspeaker, so I do and his partner and him come up to my car asking me to get out as they have some questions for me. I'm like, ummm ok, what did I do officer? Then I see in the background two more cop cars with their spot lights and also rolled down window with mag lights looking all over the street and bushes and weird spots... SO...back to me.., they say "we need to search your vehicle, a simular car was used earlier tonight with taggers in the area". No shit, so my car looks exactly like a car full of taggers ? I am thinking to myself no wonder they're looking in strange spots, they're looking for paint that these doods dumped. Anyway, I'm thinking to myself, god for once I'm cool, but then a fear comes through my body.. I fucking forgot I have paint in my trunk that I just bought from my homies house the day before and I just didn't bring it up as I didn't plan on going out this night. Of all nights to not be doing anything and thinking I'm cool.... A dudes car with taggers just so happens to be in the exact same area I am and I have paint in my trunk. What the fuck are the odds of this seriously? Anyway, they get to my trunk and open it and yes, see the paint. They are like ahh ha! I'm like nooooooo seriouslly I'm not the one your looking for, I swear to god and on everything, I am really not the one. I didn't think for a second they would believe me, but I guess I had that look of truth in my eyes. I felt like I was on trial for something I didn't do for once and I wanted them to know this... I said, ok...can you do like some investigation real quick to see if I'm telling the truth ? They looked at the paint, the color and my hands, then went to conversate with eachother while I have hand cuffs on now on the curb. They talk for about 5 minutes and come back and say, yes you are telling the truth and then let me go. I was in shock. They said the paint was different colors and the guys they were looking for were not of my discription and they had another call down the street for these same cats.. They didn't say anything about my paint and why I had it in my trunk, they didn't ask and just left looking for these guys again. Seriously the strangest thing that ever happened. I went to 711 and got my shit and went home! Don't ever keep paint in your car, which is probably an obvious, but I didn't expect that honestly haha.
  4. Re: DEF THREATS!!! Last bump, sorry but this thing is illmatique. Very original.
  5. Simply the dopeness. I want to see a pic with it rollin' from far away too. If anyone has another flick of a long shot angle, put that up. Props !
  6. Yes that's the best advice so far.. I've learned the hard way, but now, like others have stated, please know you're area, wear a glove for christs sake, don't leave your paint, cover the numbers and have a different color shirt underneath and you're good to go. Ohh and don't go when you're on drugs enough to impair your judgement... and if you do get caught and it looks like they'll at least listen to you for a second. Tell them you're an art major and are trying to go over gang and horrible tags with real art. Tell them you're respecting their area and have done what I listed above. Say you're honestly a good kid and really have no other place to express your art and that you respect them as hard workers. Even tell them if you hate what I'm doing, I'll be happy to paint back over in the original color.. If all that fails, then punch em' in the junk and runnnn!
  7. I was in the yard doing my thing with another cat and was up on both trains, one leg on one train, one leg on the other (you all know what I mean).... Finishing up and you hear the boooooms (left leg train starting and the boxes hitting, you all know what I mean here tooo !) So I huge the obvious safe train and am stuck in a place where I just had to wait it out.. When the train was on it's last box, the area was clear, but when we looked around to get going, three doods with a shot gun, mag light and the other there I guess just as back up. Regualr yardies, but this time they were real pissed, the dood with the gun aimed it right at me and I was like, no way, you're not going to shoot me over this shit right ? ?? Wronnnngggg... Fucking salt gun with them bullets, spraying me but I covered my face fell off the train and then ran for my life haha... Fucking salt guns hurt like a bitch and I had little bloody holes all over my right side and down my legs.. This was when I first started writing in 93, so I'm a lot smarter now, but please kids watch for the salt, it's not to make your paint taste better, trust me. =) I don't' even know if they do this anymore, because I haven't seen any simular situations this extreme, but where I was then, was a mid-size city, so it was half city and half industrial country boonies. I guess that was a story about me and not the craziest thing I saw, but it was one in the same. The other things are what's normal for all of us.. Bums, chiva crack crazies, sexual divants and weird ass old ladies ! haha
  8. Thanks yeah gonna play with this a little more for future stuff. The stars on the sides suck dick though. I was on ambien and passing out at the end of it, so caution to all you kiddies. Don't try to write on ambien, you won't get very far at all.
  9. Here's one I did for my friend Hollie last night.
  10. I like the very top of this thing where the stars coming out and it get's all splashy painty. Dopeness.
  11. Props to Chez, that's the bizzznusss..
  12. I don't understand why anyone would admit their a toy to begin with. It oozes a horrible self worth level right from the start. Now I've been away from this scene for a while, but back in my day, a toy was someone that sucked and was a disrespectful little bitch. A toy wasn't a new comer or someone just starting out. This is where I've lost some of this post, because a person should just do their work and if you're good.... you'll become better with time. If you suck, no ammount of help will make you're style something true to yourself.. You'll just be learning what not to do and what others think is cool. To be the real deal with this thing, you need to do what you feel inside and not what others say is cool. Everything will look the same as some does if everyone just tries to be like the other.. What's the point in that.. ??? Cutting edge new dope shit is done and made by artists that have it in them.. .You have it or you don't.. This isn't a job where you are taught how to do it..... So first you all have to stop calling yourselves toys and start believing in yourselves.. That will help more than any ammount of critique.
  13. Give them your paint next time and say I'm really sorry I ran from you, I thought you were a gang that was going to beat me up, but I realized later you just wanted my paint. PS don't carry any sort of gun or weapon, you'll get in more trouble in the long run. Speaking of long run, I'm sure you'll have to do that agian if you see them =) Good luck !
  14. People are still talking about graff, because there are new cats coming into it all the time, so the topic of discussion will always be new to some, even if it's old news to you. I'm an old ass dude now so yes I've talked about this millions of times before, but all the new kids need to explore too and us washed up old farts that still write on shit need to find a purpose =) My conclusion and why I do it, is because it's fun and looks dope... That's it =)
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