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Crazy Story: Sour

graffiti writer Sour’s crazy story

SOUR, FROM B454, APK

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“So, one night I was getting a little crazy with my friends, doing drugs and stuff haha. This was back in San Antonio and my homie and I were in this rough side of town. And they were like hey let’s paint that spot and I was like, you know what? I am down! Let’s paint that spot, it was an automotive shop and I thought, someone probably lives here, there’s a car parked outside. You know it’s kind of sketchy, but I was like I don’t give a fuck, I’m down! And I walk up, thinking there better not be a dog and as soon as we walk up there is a dog barking at us, but the homie does a hollow and I’m going to do a hollow after him and right when he is finishing up, he hands me the can and I look up, the door fucking flies open to the auto mechanic shop and I don’t even look at the person or the door, I just turn around and say yo fool run, we fucking jet off running and all you hear is BAM! And that made me run even fucking faster and before I knew it, there’s water running on my face, well it felt like water and I put my hand on my face and I have blood on my face running down my neck. We run into this apartment complex and luckily homegirl was there in the car ready to jet off and we hop in the car and find out that dude had shot buckshot at us with a shotgun and there was buckshot everywhere. I got a pellet in my back and in my face. My homeboy got, covered in pellets, all up in his back. We had to go to homegirl’s house to get this shit out and he had like 50 little holes in his back. I felt lucky I only had 3. It was one of the most fucked up experiences I had ever gone through. And it was right down the street from the police substation, so, when this dude shot at us, he hit off the alarm and cops were there in seconds. So, when we’re taking off, the cops were pulling up.”