I started tagging in NYC transit stations as a visiting teenager in the mid-'70s. By the time the '80s started, i was living on the Lower East Side with a pretty well-known graf writer, HAZE/SE-3. Through him, i became friends/enemies/acquainted with most writers active in the '80s. HAZE mostly wrote with RTW [Rolling Thunder Writers] dudes.
When they had extra paint, i would tag along and do throw-ups. The paint i got was always either silver or white for fill-ins, and black for outlines; they kept all the colors. I mostly did a big skull and crossbones like the attachment. That's an A train i think, done at Grant layup.
Usually it would be with a cartoon thought balloon. The thought balloon would say different shit like "Watch Your Back!", "Don't Pay!", "Jet-Ski Today!" [went jet-skiing at the shore], "Eat At Leshkos!" [the LES coffee shop where i was steam-table man for most of 1981], basically whatever. This one has no thought balloon, but it's the only pic i have in a digital format, i have lots of slides i should scan someday.
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I also did a thing where i labeled every part of an entire side of an A train from end to end, like "Window" with an arrow under each window, "Door", "Bottom", "Top", "Conductor Booth", etc. This took several hours.
I hated elevated lay-ups, i am not great with heights, but i loved the underground tunnels and yards. I was used to walking subway tunnels because i liked to do that when i was drunk.
Grant layup (A trains) in Brooklyn was the main spot i hit, with HAZE, QUIK, MIN-ONE, IZ THE WIZ, and SACH, all RTW. I also did a whole bunch of noontime bombing with HAZE at the City Hall layup, a full extra station under City Hall station where they used to lay up rush-hour Rs during lunch-time.
We would go nuts in there, but the solvent smell from all that spray drifting up from the lay-up ghost station into the active station above, in the middle of the day, would eventually lead to cops, and then you'd have to run down the tunnel. Going uptown, if you were smart, since the next station to the south was very close and they'd be waiting for you there.
One time we popped up the emergency escape hatch onto the street in Chinatown, slammed that shit down, put a couple garbage cans on it to make it hard to open, and strolled away.