getting up

i used to have a lot of fun during my times of writing (graffiti) but i was in a time where i was so lost and distant from God. I remember first really getting into around year12 where at some point i wasnt really focusing much on my studies as i had chosen the 'wrong' subjects and wasnt motivated to really study. Going to Uni wasnt very hopeful.

So i would see pieces on the trainlines of other writers and think how cool these writers got up in the most dangerous of places where it be some ledge off a tall building or some small box, big enough to put a tag on. The colours in these pieces, the level of danger where people would put up their tags seemed all cool. But how stupid of all of this didnt even come to mind.. i was blind.

The times of stealing spray paint from shops, the times of being caught spray painting and stealing spray paint from shops was all part of the graff culture. The risk of being jumped for actually writing, the risk of gettin a criminal record from it and the risk of death of being hit by a train from being on the tracks...it was all part of it.

I still remember the time where i had slowly got to know another writer in my area. We met online and we were both toys (beginners) at the game. We later would meet up with another writer from the blue mountains and actually get onto the train tracks to do pieces within a tunnel. It was a somewhat scary experience.. as we were piecing in the tunnel little could I hear was a train coming through. The writer we met from the mountains could hear the train coming and we quickly got out of there.. we could have lost our lives like so many have in the past.

The culture of it all when done illegaly is very sad. Steal, tag, possibly get into fights, chances of getting caught, risking your life and the list goes on. Praise God for allowing me to wake up from all this mess..