But I'm not really engaged in graffiti ... More post-it mayhem right now. :)
Which reminds me when in Junior High, we had this day before the Christmas holidays were we got up very early and raided the neighborhood, waking everyone up. Town cops were out in full force, and one day it was so cold I got in a phone cabin to get some warmth. All the walls were smeared and written on, and there came the cops, asking me if I was an 'artist,' simply accusing me of having done all that.
I didn't even had a pen with me. Just booze and some cigarettes, because we all had. Their mind tricks didn't work, and after five minutes of dispute, they drove off to greener realms (they might have caught someone on a a tuned-up motorcycle!) I think they lost it when I tried to explain that I came from an artist family, but no one of them usually used a phone booth to express themselves.
My childhood town cops weren't really good at handling situations if you confronted them. ;)
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