Sometime next week when finals are over im gonna go to the factory (It's like a block away from my house) to see how much shit i can get for free.
Ill tell you how it is.
he only does throwups and pieces on plywood in his garage. He's too scared to do it in public because of one time when he was bombing a chill bridge (The only place he's ever bombed) and a cop walked under it when they were leaving.
Should he call himself a writer?
I was painting this one bridge and like 8 people called the cops on me (Im assuming that because when people saw me they took out their phones and when I was like 2 blocks away when I left some cop cars passed me.