i got a few, i was painting in the yard and walked out and there was a full on hobo fire in the jungle, dudes were havin a party. it was a funny site( more of a you gottah be there thing )
Same yard, nother day, day paintin i walked up on a bunch of kids in the yard and they were friends of a dude i paint with turns out, met them before and all, so i let them be and went on to grab a car and started painting, i was just about to finish and i see all four of them sprinting toward me, so i asked what was up then i heard a cop yell from the same direction they were running to so i grabbed my shit and ran the complete opposite way and got away, on the way out, there were two more writers walking in with their girlfriends, so i told them to get the fuck out. i went back that night and finished my piece and the cans i left were even still there.
heres a bad luck story, painting a line, a new line pulled in with reefers, jumped over to paint that and got seperated from the writer that was my ride. they were seperating cars this whoel time so we were playing hide and seek, me and my other friend i was painting with ended up going back and finishing up our first train and then went to the car and it was gone. it was late by now. we ended up walking the fucking tracks to the commuter line and rode the train at 4 AM back into the city. That was a long fucking night. we got left.... bummed.