Everybody paints graffiti for their own reasons. I have been consistently for almost 20 years now. Somehow going to jail, getting shot at, fighting idiots, spending hours painting something just to wake up a couple hours later to go get a photo ... only to see it buffed, the stress and wasted time of stalking whoever has dissed you, the lack of sleep, the dislocated knees, broken arms, ruined clothes, impounded cars, revoked drivers licenses, mad girlfriends, and countless enemies hasn't worn me out yet.. because the satisfaction of pulling off something totally retarded in a crazy public space cannot compare to any money made or sexual conquest.. at least not yet.
Revok












