Next level cross-out in in the borderlands between Queens and Brooklyn. Metropolitan Ave.
Two ballpoints synergised to leave this message in a Coney Island bathroom.
Corona, under an Amtrak arch. Crayon? Probably some kind of Contractor Chalk.
The only tagger to be inspired by There Will Be Blood.
Back-In-The-Day jumpoff out of Astoria, Queens. 357 crew flossed in the late 80’s with Bise and Rost (RIP). They were known to boost benzi boxes out of weak cars and hang out with questionable white trash in the Burger King when it was still on 31st Street under the El.
Graffies, Street-Heads, and Party-Types all say this nowadays, but they don’t know that it dropped out of Dickie’s mouth first on The Little Rascals. This is under the BQE in the middle of the graveyard in Maspeth.
I used to deliver goods to mostly industiral sectors through out the 5 boros and Jersey, and it always amazed me how in EVERY freight elevator that I visited some dirtbag had scribbled a penis.
Interesting phenomenon, some pipis were quickly and hastily done, Poorly drawn renditions of their real life counter part. Some were just sketched and a crude note scribbled next to it, While the more elaborate wee-wees were detailed and you could appreciate the effort that went into the work. You could tell the “artist” took his (or her) time with it.
” If you’re ever in a movie poster, don’t smile with your mouth open.” Cuz if you did, some wise guy down in the subway would always draw a dick going into your mouth. To this day, you’ll never see my teeth in a movie poster. -John Leguizamo from his book: Pimps, Ho’s, Playa Hatas, and All the Rest of My Hollywood Friends