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If a graffiti writer writes next to you.

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All 14 years of writing the past year every piece i do is getting tagged next to by the same guy. Is it a sign. It never happened to me and I just want to know what it means.

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It is a sign- you should have stayed in school so you could know how to spell vandalism and write a proper sentence.

12oz on the rocks and still gaining water.

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Brickslayers is for flick threads of walls only, thanks

 

 

i don't care for it when people tag next to pieces

there are plenty of places to put tags

but the ugliest is when they tag above the piece.

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It is a sign- you should have stayed in school so you could know how to spell vandalism and write a proper sentence.

12oz on the rocks and still gaining water.

Original name was taken.

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14 years and this never happened to you?!?! we need receipts

Until a few years ago our town has got really graffiti active.

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he's side bustin you.

 

for me, one or two times is not a big deal....but a year?!?!....we got problems.

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he's side bustin you.

 

for me, one or two times is not a big deal....but a year?!?!....we got problems.

The worst thing is now he joined a prolific crew that i know but his not in it to get respect. Annoying, it putting me in strife now.

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just diss his shit....all of it

Done it. I did a throw up over every possible tag that is in a space of throw ups. (A suitable Spaced Wall.)

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back when I first started I did basically the same shit, I wanted to meet up with this one writer so I put my name next to his whenever I seen it up, eventually we met at a park (no homo) and caught tags on all the benches and then the police came and I went to jail. FRIENDS FOR LIFE after that

 

 

not really, dude doesn't even write anymores.

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Some shit I used to do 20 years ago when I was 15.....

 

It is your duty to educate the toy by raggin all his shit. He will change his name and advance his game, the circle of life will continue.

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random story:

 

-bombed a spot with homie on other side of my city

-next day drove by to see it, it was dissed by some toy (who had actually been around forever)

-apparently bombed wall literally right in front of his apartment

-went back and dissed his shit

-wall gets buffed

-like two months later randomly on a chat line (this was before cell phone days so it was literally a local phone number you called and you could have a group chat with random people from your city--called the "party line") hear him repping his graffiti name and crew amongst all the chatter

-i say "fuck (name & crew)"

-he says "fuck you, what do you write"

-i tell him

-we talk about the wall and the dissing

-we talk shit

-the next day im on the chat line again....so is he..he says lets squash beef and go bombing together...gives me a place to meet up

-i think were going to fight, so i show up ready to throw down

-he shows up with a homie and gives me props for showing saying "i didnt think you were going to really show up"

-end up bombing with him and his homie.

-kick it other times...catch tags, racking, etc

-dont hear from him for a few months

-random phone call from him: "yo caligula, what you doin?"

-"im chillin"

-"hey man, my girl kicked me out of my apartment so i walked to the liquor store got some lottery tickets and won $300...i got a hotel room and im chillin come through and kick it"

-i go....hotel is in one of the worst parts of town, and is old and run down....hes in there smoking meth

-"whats up caligula....blah blah blah...yeah so i won this money and got this room for a couple of nights and just called a hooker to come through so i can fuck"

-fat nasty hooker shows up...they smoke meth together as i watch....hooker says shes ready to fuck him but i have to leave....so i leave (at about 5am in the morning)

-go home....few weeks later get a call on my cell phone from county jail.

-"yo caligula whats up"

-"not much man, you locked up?"

-"yeah....blah blah blah"

-a few more months later i get a call

-"yo caligula im moving to the midwest, bye"

-"bye man"

 

never heard from him since.

 

the end

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probably not many....ive come across a lot of coward writers who talk shit and when confronted face to face dont do or say shit...i confronted one who was with his entire crew at a pool hall and it was only me and one of my friends....or theyre cool to your face and then later go online and talk shit...like the two guys who were cool with me and my friends when we randomely ran into them in the freight yard and then went back to a graffiti forum and said they let us slide through "their yard" without a fight....lol.

the only one writer who i knew that would really take it to beyond a fight and would probably kill a person doesnt even write anymore but showed up to another writers apartment with his crew and a loaded shotgun because of a sticker over a scribe....wack.

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random story:

 

-bombed a spot with homie on other side of my city

-next day drove by to see it, it was dissed by some toy (who had actually been around forever)

-apparently bombed wall literally right in front of his apartment

-went back and dissed his shit

-wall gets buffed

-like two months later randomly on a chat line (this was before cell phone days so it was literally a local phone number you called and you could have a group chat with random people from your city--called the "party line") hear him repping his graffiti name and crew amongst all the chatter

-i say "fuck (name & crew)"

-he says "fuck you, what do you write"

-i tell him

-we talk about the wall and the dissing

-we talk shit

-the next day im on the chat line again....so is he..he says lets squash beef and go bombing together...gives me a place to meet up

-i think were going to fight, so i show up ready to throw down

-he shows up with a homie and gives me props for showing saying "i didnt think you were going to really show up"

-end up bombing with him and his homie.

-kick it other times...catch tags, racking, etc

-dont hear from him for a few months

-random phone call from him: "yo caligula, what you doin?"

-"im chillin"

-"hey man, my girl kicked me out of my apartment so i walked to the liquor store got some lottery tickets and won $300...i got a hotel room and im chillin come through and kick it"

-i go....hotel is in one of the worst parts of town, and is old and run down....hes in there smoking meth

-"whats up caligula....blah blah blah...yeah so i won this money and got this room for a couple of nights and just called a hooker to come through so i can fuck"

-fat nasty hooker shows up...they smoke meth together as i watch....hooker says shes ready to fuck him but i have to leave....so i leave (at about 5am in the morning)

-go home....few weeks later get a call on my cell phone from county jail.

-"yo caligula whats up"

-"not much man, you locked up?"

-"yeah....blah blah blah"

-a few more months later i get a call

-"yo caligula im moving to the midwest, bye"

-"bye man"

 

never heard from him since.

 

the end

Very Detailed Story. How long ago was it?

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Sometime in the mid2000s....probably somewhere between 2003-2005

The last of the years of internet graffiti (apart from Art Crimes)

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He probably wants to meet you.

I used to write "Sup [REDACTED]?" Next to his tags in bathrooms and dumpsters n' shit. Not for 14 years, but about 3 or 4 months. Eventually met him in a graff shop while talking to some people about what they write. Dude was like "AYY! You're that motherfucker! Sup man?" Then we went out a couple times together, he got arrested over some stupid drugs shit, and I haven't spoken to him since.

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