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Heros/Busted - 2 threads in 1

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the first half...

 


  • So you ever get to meet a hero?
     
    I might get to paint with one of my all time biggest influences
    nest weekend. This is one of those guys who has always been
    up and really laid the bricks for us who came after. I'm sure
    it wouldn't be an understatement to refer to him as a 'God'.
    I'm a little nervous to paint with the guy.
     
    Any stories about meeting your art/music/writing/whatever hero?

 

and the second half

 


  • I got stoped by the train cops on the way to work today.
    Just doing my thing, walking with a coffee along the shortcut
    I all the time and this truck rolls up to the other side of 4 lines.
    The guys calls me over and takes the ID and calls it in. Luckily
    I'm a working stiff too so he let me off with a warning, but it's
    a damn pain to go on file for tresspassing. I mean this wasn't
    going into a yard or painting or anything serious, just a shortcut
    to get my ass to the office. Good thing the guys were decent
    and only gave me a warning notice instead of the $100 fine.
     
    anyone want to talk about getting busted for stupid offences
    that really do nothing but but a little black mark on the record?
    Remember not to drop any info that might bring heat, s'okay?

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the first half...

 


  • I've had the chance to meet a hero of mine, a painter i always digged even before he married a close friend of my parents. Once we were invited over for dinner and he told me to drop by his studio one day to see what he's working on. I was nervous on what to say and how would that sound that i watched all his new works without saying a word, needless to say he was kinda pissed..not exactly pissed but made the impression i didnt really care or know about painting. 2 years later, when his son was born he got cancer...to fight back he thought of a huge new artwork to keep him busy and destracted from his illness, in the morning he'd do therapy and on his spare time he'd work like a dog. He called me to help him out simply because he needed more than the two assistants he already had. We really got along during the work and he seemed impressed with my ideas and skills. When the work was exhibited he didnt have cancer anymore and he's still fine four years after. I've worked with him since for many exhibitions and i made major hookups in that way. I just finished the lettering on his 5 year old son's comic book.
    Why i'm saying all that? cause i think its a great story...to keep it simple, people like it when you come clean, raw and unnervous...they're so tired when everyone's on the dick that they really appreciate you just being you.

 

and the second half

 


  • From the age of 17 to 19 i got dragged to the police station at least 15 times...never got busted in action but always before or after the act. Here it works like that, if the police, mostly undercover cops with no uniform and regular cars, think you seem suspicious they'll stop you, check your ID and if they feel like being assholes(they ussually do) they can drag you to the station and keep you there while they call headquarters to check if you have a file or if you're wanted anywhere in the country. Normally that would take 5 minutes, a fuckin call, but the tactic is that they'll keep you there for at least 5 hours. If you take in concideration that i've never been busted before midnight you realise that i've walked out of police stations at dawn many times. Once, when in a single month i got busted 3 times, i got real pissed and gave the cop a full lecture on democracy and civillian rights..he listened closely and when i finished the rant he replied "son, you're absolutely right. I like you kid, you're smart, you have a way with words, you're a goodlookin kid and i bet you get all the Agrade pussy...now please, shut the fuck up before i find in your pocket some drug you never knew you had".
    I got lots of stories about beaten up refugees, 15 year old kids frightened to death, female cops that chew bubble gums all night long and looking at me with a horny sadistic look, my fingerprints taken three times(whole palm)..possibly a small record for no reason at all...and naturally no love for the police.

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Part one:

 

I met two heroes of mine last summer. One was Dr. David Nichols, one of the few researchers in the country actively researching Ecstasy & various psychedelic drugs. The other was Dr. Alexander Shulgin, a man who has invented something like 250 hallucinogens and tested them all on himself. I have a copy of PiHKAL signed by both Nichols and the Shulgins now.

 

Part Two:

 

Lets see... I was arrested for a minor consumption 3 years ago, managed to get an OWI this year driving my friend's car a block away. Pretty boring, the cops were nice to me both times, although the cop from the OWI didn't like it when I managed to get my pack of cigarettes out with my hands cuffed behind my back and light a smoke in the back seat of his car.

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Part one:

 


  • I once saw Danny Glover on an airplane.

 

 

Part two:

 


  • When I was like 9 or so, my friends would always hustle the crap out of the ice cream truck man. They'd order a cone or something, and in the split second the guy turned around to grab the scoop, they'd already emptied out all the candy boxes next to the window and thrown the candy under the truck (how they achieved this last step is unknown to me, for it reasons that the candy must travel in a curved path to get there). They'd pay for the cone and the truck would leave, a pile of candy waiting for us in the middle of the street. Well, one day I decided to give it a try and everything went perfectly, except that my candy refused to take the magical curved path, and instead landed REALLY loud straight into the street next to my shoes. The guy turned around, smacked me in the head, ordered me to pick up what I had taken, and told me to get the fuck outta there. Then he left, and lo and behold, there was a pile of candy on the street, taken by my friends while the guy yelled at me. From then on, I decided I suck at crime and don't want any part in it.

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first half.

 

Everyday I skate pier 7 Rob Welsh is there, he is a true hero of the half-cab crooks.

 

second half.

 

I got busted on the train for using a Junior pass to save cash, then the next day I put my board down to get my backpack and got a fine. fuck the BART.

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Originally posted by El Mamerro

From then on, I decided I suck at crime and don't want any part in it.

 

Hahaha, i also decided i dont wanna have anything to do with racking over candy...its good i decided it early cause i really suck at stealing stuff.

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Originally posted by Kilo7-

^ you iz gangsta (even without the candy curve)

 

You kno dis, cuh...

 

*BTW, I never got around to thanking you for the help the other day. You is da man, dwag, thanks.

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HAHAHAHA, I meant "dawg"... but "dwag" is a pretty badical-sounding word so I'm not changing it...

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Close call

 

I spent a large part of my summer last year in San Diego with my dad. First thing, we picked up a rental car and took it over the boarder into Mexico to pick up some 'muffins'. As it turns out, taking rental cars across the U.S. boarder is illegal and just our luck we got pulled over. So I'm talking to the cop about the car, my dad is passed out in the back seat, and I have a trunk full of 'muffins' that I'm trying to keep off my mind. The officer wanted to take the car in and put us in jail until trial. I tried to play the "Hi I'm a dumb white American" angle but he wasn't taking it. So after roughly half an hour I said "Look, I'm looking after my nephew and neice across the boarder, can I just give you a 'money compensation' for what I did wrong?" He just nodded and dropped his leather glove into the car and i slid the $20 bill in. I was off the hook plus the officer escorted us back to the boarder. I was flipping shti when we got back into the US. I havn't done anything that sketchy to date.

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part 2:

 

the other week, i was walking home from my friends house with a few zoots tucked into a part of my wallet. as i turn the corner into my road i get pulled by a police car. they gave the ususal shit about "some one matching your description causing ruckage etc" and asked me for id. i pulled out my wallet to show em my driving license, completely forgetting that my bud is stashed behind the card. while one of the cops chats to me, the other took my wallet and went off and did a check. she never even found the bud and i went home feeling a lucky man.

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Originally posted by sneak

part 1:

 

I want to meet my hero kilo7.

I dont know if I'd ask for an autograph or maybe I'd buy him a beer.

 

 

 

just playing.

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fuck the beer, id buy him a smirnoff ice.

i know he wants one really.:cool:

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Part one:

I have as of right now not met someone whom I really look up into in terms of music, art, writing, etc, but hopefully one of these days I will meet one of the people that I do, Its a great step in the right direction meeting someone you emulate or someone who really inspires you.

 

Part two:

Not entirely too bad, but I did get pulled over for not a complete stop, this was on a sunday night, at fucking one in the morning, over a vacation, (meaning the town im in was near fucking empty) the cop pulls me over, I also have a pefect driving record, and no criminal record, im polite as can be but I still get stuck with a fucking 90 dollar ticket.

He HAD to do it. Yeah right.

 

Oh another fun one, but not me, my friend get this, got a ticket for an illegal backing up (he had a fender bender with some other kid parked in his driveway) in his OWN drive way!!! 150 dollar or something ticket.

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