East Side Clyde

Tork Chapter from the Graffiti Underworld book... Tork: "So I'm like Neat, fuck this. Lets walk through the train and catch tags. Fuck these motherfuckers, if someone steps to you we'll swing on em."

Sinek and Resek in the book Graffiti Underworld...

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Fine. Only since the end of the world is in a few months.

Sara(h) is everyone's girlfriend.

I went to San Francisco a while back. I didn't paint with a single person the whole time I was there. I was doing all sorts of all night missions, doing everything by bike. I did that until a few years ago. There were a lot of nights with rollers poles and buckets of paint strapped to back packs riding to spots. From there I kept it going from coast to coast. I've probably been back and for at least five times, driving, hopping freights, greyhound. I added the greyhound miles up and one point and I think it was around 25,000 greyhound miles. I used to operate on a thousand dollar budget, where I'd work a job on one coast until I had a thousand bucks cash then I'd split. I lived a while in San Francisco, maybe eight or nine months. I took the greyhound down to New York, it took a couple months to get there because I kept getting off along the way. I was there a week and I had $40. I got a job the next day and started working as many hours as I could, not paying rent. I've never paid rent. I crash with people, move around. My money goes a lot farther than most people's, racking and boosting like crazy, everything you can. Money was basically just for transportation. Years fly by and all the sudden you're an adult. You slow down, slow the pace down, start staying longer in places. Three months turns in to six months. I can't do those East Coast winters, but I can't do those down South summers either. There was a lot of living out of cars and vans, even with girlfriends and dogs. It was pretty wild. Outtakes from the book Graffiti Underworld: Villains, Vandals, and Visionaries

Graffiti Underworld: Villains, Vandals, and Visionaries Stories from over 100 graffiti writers from over the past 40 years.

Featured Portland writers in Graffiti Underworld: Villains, Vandals, and Visionaries...

Ohio writers from the book Graffiti Underworld: Villains, Vandals and Visionaries.

Ohio writers to appear in Graffiti Underworld Book: Anoy, Ridle, Cern, Lost, Ender, Timber, Sachem, and People. More at http://Http://www.graffitiunderworld.com Ender: “ A cop rolled up on a bike. It was out in the middle of nowhere, unexpected as fuck. We dipped through the neighborhood. All these white trash dudes were yelling at us "Run they're gonna catch you run!" We ran for two hours.” Anoy: “We ran across that building. We had to hang down and drop off another building. It was a real pain in the ass. Then we had to hang drop off one more building. I ran and sat down on the edge and I saw the guy standing there looking up at us. He's behind his building now watching us trying to get down. He's on his cell phone still, looking at us. I dropped down as fast as I could and I threw my book bag down. As soon as I land, I hear him describing our height and that we're white. So I run past him because at the edge of the parking lot was the rapid line. I figured that would be a great place to take shelter that he probably wouldn't follow us through. So as I'm landing and running past this guy, I hear Arise land on the ground behind me. I just hear a thud and this crazy hissing noise. I kinda figured it was a hose from a heater or vent or something.” Sachem: “We used to call it Panic Zone because SANO did a really big production there in ’88. Bias starts climbing up the pallet we’d set up there to get over the wall and the cop pulls his gun out and points it at him. The cop was like “Boy I’ll blow your head off.” Cern: “I started writing Cern by doing some different letter studies. I used to write it with an S and I changed it to a C because I got sick of S. I tried to pick a word that didn't really have a meaning. It turns out it does have a meaning though.” Lost: “All these thoughts are going through my head. As he's talking to me I'm just not even listening. He's just moving the gun around. Every time he moves the gun around my body I'm thinking fatal shot, non fatal shot. I'm gonna walk with a limp the rest of my life. This could kill me. That will put me into a coma if he shoots me here.” Ridle: “. Now we're running down the rapid tracks and we get to Train Avenue. I knew all the little cut throughs of that little area, so I was like lets just go this way and Rox follows me. There's a whole bunch of trains there at Train Ave., Hence the name. They have these grainers where the ladder goes all the way to the top of the car. We're running and these dogs are catching up to us, we just wanted to get somewhere where they couldn't get us. That was our only option. We went up the ladder and hid on top of the train. These dogs are just going nuts below us at the bottom of the trains.”

Necs and Arek to Appear in Graffiti Underworld book. http://Http://www.graffitiunderworld.com Arek: “I jump over the ladder and there’s a bull right there. He grabs my shirt right at my neck and is like, “Slow Down! Where’s the bags!?” Put the bags down! Get down on your stomach!” He started looking through my bag and I thought, ‘Fuck, this is not my day to get locked up.” Necs: “Me RIME and SEVER end up lying in this tall grass between two streets. We can see REVOK on the fire escape. The cop pulls up right in front of us shining his lights on the grass we were in. RIME is like "We should just get up and run." I was like "Fuck it man, if this guy hasn't got out of his car yet and said get out of the bushes. He doesn't know we're there." We were two feet from the bumper of the car shitting ourselves.”

Some flicks from the one and only New Orleans Louisiana.

Re: ------->_REAL_L.A._GRAFF_<-------- Fishe KOG Outtakes from Graffiti Underworld Book There’s a part of LA called Burbank its LA county but its a small little suburb with their own police force. Its like a little bit of the Mid-West in LA, its very conservative, republican, slow paced, old school town. There were a couple of freeway spots out there. One night they were doing construction on the freeway walls out there. They put up all these boards on top of the concrete dividers. I was like we gotta do it. My hommie DRY has always lived in or around Burbank told me “Nah fool we can’t get them. Its hot.” I convinced him though. It reluctantly agreed. It was me ARBE and DRY. ARBE was bout it. He was like “That’s the shit. We gotta paint it.” He was from South LA he didn’t really know about that part of town. We park and we had to walk on this main street for half a second and in that half a second we must have gotten spotted. It was like two in the morning. We must have looked conspicuous rolling over there with back packs. Homie started following us walking his dog. We get to the spot and homie pulls out a bullhorn and is like “Motherfuckers freeze! This is the citizen’s arrest!.” We split the other way and within two minutes there were five squad cars in this neighborhood. We’re like fuck we’re in a pickle. I’m trying to tell my friends “Hey we haven’t painted.” They were like “Its Burbank and we’re Brown fool, it doesn’t matter we’re going to jail.” We split off towards these fences I run up this hill and climb over this fence and land in this big pile of bushes. Not a minute later all these cops on foot start walking around me lighting flashlights. One stepped right up to wear I was. I was wearing camo covered in these bushes. I heard him on his walkee Talkie “I think I see somebody. There’s not a hole in the fence. I’m not hopping the fence.” He split away on foot. For the next two hours or so there was a helicopter overhead flying exactly where I am. I could see the light beaming on me through the bushes. I figured they had infrared and they were going to tell them where I was at. Thirty minutes later another cop comes and sits in front of me. I hear them saying you’re right on top of him. The cop was like “I don’t see him, I don’t see him.” The cop took off. They came back AGAIN and couldn’t find me. After they left I pulled out my cell phone and called ARBE. I asked him where he was at. He told me he was ten feet away from where we all ran for the fence. We ended up not walking back to the car. We walked like six or seven miles down the highway to my girlfriends house. We sneak into her house and I grabbed her car keys. I took her car to look for DRY because he didn’t have a cell phone. He had run across the highway into the LA river. He slid down this bridge with all these spider webs were. We got back to my house I get this call from my girl like “Somebody stole my car!” I told her what was up in real short burst. DRY see all the spider webs all over himself and freaks out like “I’ve been in spiders for an hour!” DRY looks up at me and tell me “I saw a ghost.” I start laughing at him. When we were driving around looking for this fool we rolled by this big cemetery called Forest Lawn. It is pitch motherfuckin black. All the sudden this lady dressed in all white robes with all white hair with pale white skin comes out of the bushes out of nowhere “Help me Help me!” I pull over the car. She tells me “Please help me.” I ask her what do you need how can I help you? She was like can you please shine your lights over here. I got my shopping cart and I need something. I start shining up the lady’s shopping cart with my lights. The paramedic show up and are like “What the fuck are you doing?” I told them that the lady needed help and got out of there. So DRY tells me he saw this ghost and he’s wondering why I am laughing at him. I had seen his so called ghost. He had to walk like 2 miles past that cemetery in the dark and I can imagine this lady dressed in white jumps out. He said he saw her and ended up running all the way back to my house. For more stories, flicks and audio from interviews... http://Http://www.GRAFFITIUNDERWORLD.COM

Outtakes from the forthcoming book Graffiti Underworld: Villains, Vandals, and Visionaries Includes exclusive material from Teel and Ether. I’d say it was 2003 or 2004, it was post 911. Me and this dude Shock and Ski-rock were in Chicago. Ski-rock’s from Paris and Shock is from Minneapolis, but he lived in Chicago for a short period of time. We were planning on doing this end-to-end with pieces, all matching colors and shit. I met up with Ski-rock and Shock couldn’t make it because of some family stuff. So we’re just chillin’. Our whole concept was to do these burners and eventually it turned into like, “well, this dude’s not comin’ so we should just do wholecars.” But, one, we don’t have a car to get to the spot and, two, we don’t have any ladders to do the wholecars. So we walked from Ski-rock’s crib, two miles to this Home Depot that was open 24/7 and we bought a fucking ladder because we only had enough for one ladder. I don’t know what we were thinking. Then we take the train towards O’Hare International Airport, they have a yard out there. It’s a pretty well known yard. You have to run across the highway to get into the fucking yard. So we take the train to the stop closest to the yard and we’re walking through this waste land area with a commercial building here and there. There’s no reason to be walking there whatsoever and we’re walking with this ladder. People are looking at us and shit. We get there and the spot wasn’t looking too good but we’re kinda like, “fuck it.” So we go into the spot and we’re trying to find a pocket where we can get flicks of our shit and there weren’t any pockets laid up. We just took the train out there so we were more committed to this spot. If we had a car we probably would have said, “fuck it, we’ll do it another time,” but since we took the train all the way out and we got this ladder and shit and all this paint, we’re like, “fuck it.” So we go into the spot and go to this aisle where we normally paint. We weren’t really thinking too much, so we start doing our fucking wholecars. We’re sharing the ladder so I’m doing like the top half of my shit first and he’s doing his bottom half and we switch out. He’s doing his letter by letter and I’m doing mine like the whole top half and the whole bottom half. He comes over to me and he’s on the K of his Ski-Rock and he’s like, “yo dude, if I keep painting this, when I paint my K I’m gonna be visible from the highway.” We were just so used to doing pieces there that we weren’t thinking. This dude is telling me this and trains are going past the active track behind us. The trains basically trap us into the yard and then there’s the highway. We’re right by O’Hare and shit. So I’m trying to do the math in my head. To do a top to bottom K is like the equivalent of a giant fill which takes 2-6 minutes. It just like doing a highway spot so maybe we could get away with it. Fuck it, right? So I’m doing my background shit. All I had was my aura left to do and all the sudden this dude comes running down to me. He’s like, “bro, I just seen fuckin’ Illinois State Police go off the next exit ramp.” So we start snapping our flicks even though we’re not done. He basically had his whole shit done accept for some of his background and aura, but it was totally legible. So he had like half his O and his K hanging out facing the highway. I grab the ladder and we start running across all these active tracks. There’s third rails and whatnot. In Chicago the third rails aren’t covered like they are in New York and everywhere else. The only other place I’ve seen them not covered is Boston. We hop onto the highway with the ladder and we’re dodging cars and we ditch the ladder on the highway and the paint, everything except the still camera. We make it out to the street and we realize that we forgot the video camera and it looked like it was going to rain. I’m like fuck it, I’ll go get the camera. So this dudes waiting at a bus stop and I run and get the camera. When I get back his dude’s like, “mu-fucking cops are pulling into the yard right now. I just saw like fourteen fucking police cars pull up into the yard.” There are CTA cops, Illinois State Police, O’Hare Airport Security, Rosemont police, and Chicago police. Every fucking precinct neighboring to Rosemont all flew past him and started pulling into the yard. So we get up and cross the street. I had the memory card for the camera stashed in my hat and this dude’s got the camera. We make it to the train station and there’s police all over it. We just blend in to the crowd and took the train back to his crib. We put the flicks on his computer and they’re not the dopest flicks because they’re high angle flicks but you can tell it’s a top-to-bottom. I’m thinking, whatever I can go back in the morning and try to get it rolling from the lay-up. Usually when they spot you painting the trains they’ll typically pull the train shortly after they see you. So they pulled it first thing. So we see it chillin’ in the shop with all the shop doors open so we could see our wholecars chillin’ in the shop but we couldn’t get flicks for shit. That was my first whole car. More at http://www.Graffitiunderworld.com

Dude that is like watching a 70's exploitation version of a graffiti movie.