Going into the train yards in the ’90s was quite a different experience than it is now. I can only remember one time actually running into another writer at a spot. Maybe there were other times this happened, but they’ve faded from memory. If I remember right, Jes STP and I were walking down the line when we saw someone painting a ways down.

We made our way over to see who it was. It turned out to be Swan UTI, painting alone. Maybe he had headphones on because he didn’t hear us come up. We were just a few feet from him when he saw us and almost jumped out of his skin.

The places were ghost towns, and hardly any cars had graffiti on them. The last time I was at a train yard in LA with Jaber, there must have been 20 other writers in there painting.

When I scanned this photo yesterday, I vividly remembered taking it. We were in the yard just looking for graff to get flicks of. I was blown away by this car. It wasn’t super common to see mini-productions with characters on freights back then.

Times change. I’m not complaining. The world is going to evolve around us; it just is what it is.

— Bus