Being back here, I wanted to be wowed by my hometown’s talent.
Help me get the spray cans. I’m going over this one.
Watch and learn how it’s done.
And I can’t run anymore. So, if cops come, we tell ‘em it's been commissioned.
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That, you call THAT graffiti. Uninspired. Lazy. I wrote all over this town. I was all city. Everyone knew me. None better than town officials who got tired of buffing. Finally, Mayor Randolph asked me to do a mural. Something permanent and paid. And I wouldn’t get busted. Now, I’ve done murals all over the world.
Being back here, I wanted to be wowed by my hometown’s talent. Help me get the spray cans. I’m going over this one. Watch and learn how it’s done. And I can’t run anymore. So, if cops come, we tell ‘em it's been commissioned.
david croll
23/2/2024 01:25:23 pm
Really nice story. Now I want to get some spray cans.
Christa Loughrey
23/2/2024 03:54:26 pm
How to get away with graffiti, eh?
Paul A. Freeman
23/2/2024 06:32:51 pm
There's a thin line between graffiti and art.
Sivan Pillai
24/2/2024 03:42:26 am
It seems there is little difference between graffiti and art, Elizabeth. Comments are closed.
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