Found in the shoebox
WARNING! THIS IS A HISTORY POST, YOU MIGHT NOT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THIS BUT IT’S FUN FOR ME.
This was from when I was 19, I was visiting Houston TX and my friends snuck me into this bar. Needless to say I was annihilated drunk and I fucked this bar up. I had scribed every mirror/glass surface and caught probably 50 tags in a small bar. It took them a while but they started noticing and the started handing these reward slips with my name on it. They even handed me one. The rest of the night is a little blurry but all I remember is that at bar close I whipped a bottle at the bartenders head when he wasnt looking and he ran up and grabbed the guy next to me, I escaped safely with this souvenir.
No real story here just an old picture of my rack when I was 19 living in Kansas City. Me and Pose used to rack whatever we could from farm supply stores, trying to get discontinued cans ect. but mostly we survived on rusto and little bits of krylon for color. Forgive the rest of the room, I was a 19 year old art school student.
While we’re on memory lane here are some recent negative scans Nekst got back. some oldies but goodies.
Dallas TX “behind the grassy knoll”
I was actually next to this one. We had an amtrak backjump spot in Houston for a minute, the closest thing to a clean train to us.
It was my birthday and I spent it in the yard.
Old Sace freight from when he visited Houston.
Last but not least Eko whole car (first one I saw in person). This guy got me really into graffiti, he used to pick me up when I snuck out, I was probably 15-16 and we would paint all night then I’d sneak back in an hour before I had to go to school.