"In school, I was only interested in meeting the owners of the tags I would see in the playground. As I got older and started traveling further from home, it was the tags along the train lines—I knew that was what I wanted to do. I gradually met more and more writers and before long I was spending nights in bushes waiting for the cleaners to finish their jobs so I could start mine.
We had to learn pretty quickly: Never have any graffiti-related items in your home—no paint, no black books, no photos, nothing. The police could knock on the door at any time. Always have your stories straight. If the police stopped your car you have to be able to explain why you are 200 miles from home at two in the morning with a car full of spray paint or, worse, a camera with yard shots of three top-to-bottom cars. We would take all the precautions we could."-eine
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