I know, I love ga. Used to tag the shit out of our town with my buddies back in the day, although I never got very good, but my friends were fucking amazing. It was so much fun though, running a 3 mile course like fucking commandos wearing dark hoodies and latex gloves, jumping fences and dipping through back streets and empty lots like ninjas running from the cops. We got crazy with it too, picking the locks on the access ladders so we could get up on the roofs of buildings, tagging the sound barriers and signs on the freeway, marking anything and everything along the way. Laughing a few days later when the clean up crews would paint over them and then going back the next night and tagging over the paint. We even tagged a cactus one time. Good times.

Although we were never part of a "gang" or anything stupid like that. Drippy Life FTW.