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My freshman year in high school I used to Tag (graffiti), and prouded myself on doing detailed multi-color tags, that usually took most of the night. My buddies an I had perfected techniques on stealing spray paint (why Wal-Mart in our area doesn't sell anything but black, white and red spray paint anymore). That's aside the point, never got busted doing that.
One night, we were doing a large public park bathroom, and a cop car rolled up, we booked, ditched our back of paint in a bush, and ran down through a creek, hopped multiple fences, ducked in through my friend's backyard, and into his basement window. We could see the cops driving and wandering around the neighborhood with flashlights. We never did get busted, and ran from the cops a couple more times (one time at the railyard, and another from under a bridge under the interstate). I was transferred from one school to another (never showed up to class except for tests, had 74 unexcused absences in half a semester, yet nothing lower than a B grade in any of my classes?). I stopped tagging with those kids at that point. One of them got caught, busted, and had his ability to get a driver's license pushed back to when he turned 18. I used to get the biggest thrill running from the cops... Now, I'm usually one of the people who has to talk with the cops, cause I'm usually the most levelheaded and calm of my friends.
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