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Outtakes from Graffiti Underworld book...
Ether:
I’d say it was 2003 or 2004, it was post 911. Me and this dude Shock and Ski-rock were in Chicago. Ski-rock’s from Paris and Shock is from Minneapolis, but he lived in Chicago for a short period of time. We were planning on doing this end-to-end with pieces, all matching colors and shit. I met up with Ski-rock and Shock couldn’t make it because of some family stuff. So we’re just chillin’. Our whole concept was to do these burners and eventually it turned into like, “well, this dude’s not comin’ so we should just do wholecars.” But, one, we don’t have a car to get to the spot and, two, we don’t have any ladders to do the wholecars. So we walked from Ski-rock’s crib, two miles to this Home Depot that was open 24/7 and we bought a fucking ladder because we only had enough for one ladder. I don’t know what we were thinking. Then we take the train towards O’Hare International Airport, they have a yard out there. It’s a pretty well known yard.
You have to run across the highway to get into the fucking yard. So we take the train to the stop closest to the yard and we’re walking through this waste land area with a commercial building here and there. There’s no reason to be walking there whatsoever and we’re walking with this ladder. People are looking at us and shit. We get there and the spot wasn’t looking too good but we’re kinda like, “fuck it.” So we go into the spot and we’re trying to find a pocket where we can get flicks of our shit and there weren’t any pockets laid up. We just took the train out there so we were more committed to this spot. If we had a car we probably would have said, “fuck it, we’ll do it another time,” but since we took the train all the way out and we got this ladder and shit and all this paint, we’re like, “fuck it.” So we go into the spot and go to this aisle where we normally paint. We weren’t really thinking too much, so we start doing our fucking wholecars.
Ether MUL
Outtakes from Graffiti Underworld book...
Ether:
I’d say it was 2003 or 2004, it was post 911. Me and this dude Shock and Ski-rock were in Chicago. Ski-rock’s from Paris and Shock is from Minneapolis, but he lived in Chicago for a short period of time. We were planning on doing this end-to-end with pieces, all matching colors and shit. I met up with Ski-rock and Shock couldn’t make it because of some family stuff. So we’re just chillin’. Our whole concept was to do these burners and eventually it turned into like, “well, this dude’s not comin’ so we should just do wholecars.” But, one, we don’t have a car to get to the spot and, two, we don’t have any ladders to do the wholecars. So we walked from Ski-rock’s crib, two miles to this Home Depot that was open 24/7 and we bought a fucking ladder because we only had enough for one ladder. I don’t know what we were thinking. Then we take the train towards O’Hare International Airport, they have a yard out there. It’s a pretty well known yard.
You have to run across the highway to get into the fucking yard. So we take the train to the stop closest to the yard and we’re walking through this waste land area with a commercial building here and there. There’s no reason to be walking there whatsoever and we’re walking with this ladder. People are looking at us and shit. We get there and the spot wasn’t looking too good but we’re kinda like, “fuck it.” So we go into the spot and we’re trying to find a pocket where we can get flicks of our shit and there weren’t any pockets laid up. We just took the train out there so we were more committed to this spot. If we had a car we probably would have said, “fuck it, we’ll do it another time,” but since we took the train all the way out and we got this ladder and shit and all this paint, we’re like, “fuck it.” So we go into the spot and go to this aisle where we normally paint. We weren’t really thinking too much, so we start doing our fucking wholecars.