wow, sounds like your quite the ladies man, and i do believe you might be criminally insane, just like me.hahahahah
I had one megar attempt at a graffitti art event.
It was in the suburbs of Philly... there was this clean crisp white tunnel I had to walk under at the train station.
Every night I would take mustard bottles full of flourescent paint and squit up the entire tunnel. I had worked on it for like a month. IT was fuckin awesome..lookin like a floureset Jackson Pollock painting. i was quite proud and during the day would walk in there watching all the conservative fuckers go through.. cringing at the rebellious beauty. I loved that.
Then one horrible devasting day an old asshole man with overalls was painting my masterpiece over in white...
All hope for the world vanished from my soul...and that was it.
My one and only near graffitti experiece.
I have MASSIVE respect for all graffitti artists out there trying to beautify the world in a grand scale with there art. ITs powerful and potent shit.
peace,
Doc Trichs