Vandalism

[Thar]

Anyone have any vandalism stories that they wanna share? Here's the thread to do it.

[Flash Flyer - Sakura]

Let's just say a lot of public property down here gets vandalized.

 

I remember back in high school, there were some guys who drew stuff on the bathroom doors (and certainly things that were deemed obscene). That, or they literally kicked the doors off the hinges.

A lot of the bus stops have graffiti written on the pillars / seats, and to some extent, even the backs of some seats on the bus have tagging.

 

College library had someone write about sex on the bathroom stall (2nd floor). I've seen a few news reports about public parks that get hit.

 

Then again, there are a couple brick walls that people write stuff on.

 

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Not to say that Hawai'i breeds vandals, but just note that we do have troublemakers who have nothing to do but destroy property.

[Trebuchet MS]

So, the graffiti in a toilet stall in the science block goes "it is not the job of scientists to play god."

 

The responses range from:

"pfft"

">>implying"

"It is not the job of god to play scientist"

"There is only Shrek. He is love. He is life."

[EHN.]

Quite recent actually. Someone at my school apparently managed to punch a hole in the wall of one of our departments buildings. 

[Icy]

 

I remember back in high school, there were some guys who drew stuff on the bathroom doors (and certainly things that were deemed obscene). That, or they literally kicked the doors off the hinges.

A lot of the bus stops have graffiti written on the pillars / seats, and to some extent, even the backs of some seats on the bus have tagging.

 

Ugh this. Its disgusting and people tend to litter all over the bus stops despite there being often MULTIPLE trash cans a stones throw away.

[Spinny]

To the point where i wont use the toilets in my school.

[Fusion X. Denver]

My favorite bathroom stall graffiti was in my college library where someone started a list of movies describing your dump.

Pacific Rim

The Green Mile

Fast & Furious

There Will Be Blood

etc.

 

The only other instance I can think of (if it counts) is there was a used condom on one of the high school cafeteria tables.

[The Amazing Avian]

I broke a windshield because I was like 15 and mad at the guy for I don't even remember why.

[Thar]

I remember me and a friend were stupid one day and we went around the townhome complex we lived in and broke everyone's overhead lights above their garage doors.

[Makο]

It's always fun to go to the bathrooms at my high school, because you get to see the new and creative ways these guys decide to muck everything up.

 

Broken soap dispensers, condoms, writing, entire rolls of paper in the toilet. You get the idea.

[~ P O L A R I S ~]

Come to think of it, yesterday I profusely enjoyed viewing some vandalism after a crazy hook-up with a young struggling graffiti artist! His name was Joey. It's quite a long story but there's just no way I could abbreviate it and convey the feels, so here's this particular adventure of Polaris in its full glory.

 

I met Joey at around 2AM while roaming around with Noah. Noah was some 28-year-old guy I met downtown at 1AM while walking home from a bathhouse. Noah found some fries and coffee in the trash and consumed them while catcalling at taxi cab drivers. I laughed, followed him, and threw the odd coquettish glance his way because the bathhouse left me jaded, lonesome and adventurous. Noah was very outgoing, greeted most of the people we encountered (most of whom averted his glance and walked away) and I appreciated his vibe. We bumped into some older guy on a downtown corner with an encased guitar named Jim or something. I asked Jim if he was a musician, he took out his guitar and played some blues. I gave him a dollar, making sure to explain it was the last I had on me. Then Jim offered us some various pills. Noah perused his wares intently but had no money and I explained again the dollar was the last of mine. Noah kept listening to Jim's drugs sales pitch and I greeted a nearby stranger on the same corner who seemed genial and wore a dress shirt, if I had to guess from his accent he was Italian. This "Italian" answered "you really want to know my name?", I said "yes", and then he goes to the telephone booth and dials 911 at which point I turn around startled and start walking away, saying "I gotta go" to Noah. I then hear the "Italian" asking for an ambulance and walk faster. Noah says "talk to you later" to Jim and catches up with me and I tell Noah I was freaked out that the ambulance might be for me. We laughed and continued on.  We then passed by a little memorial on another downtown corner made of flowers, sports equipment, sweets, photos, RIP's and friendly graffiti messages "WE MISS YOU MAN" and other personal touches. Noah explained to me "SOMEONE GOT STABBED THERE, STUPID GUY HE GOT INTO A FIGHT OR SOMETHING HE PROLLY DESERVED IT NO I SHOULDN'T SAY THAT BUT…" etc. Then he took a Reese cup strapped by a ribbon to the memorial, declaring "IF THIS'S CANDY I'M TAKIN' IT". We walked down another block or so, he said he had to urinate and I watched a little too attentively. "YOU GAY?" he asked, and I was like "Yeah." while looking away. He was like "ME TOO" which didn't surprise me because he was catcalling at so many male taxi cab drivers.  

 

Eventually after more aimless wandering and trash-rummaging we bumped into Joey at around 2:30, his attention being caught by Noah's "HEY!". Joey rode in on his bike dressed in streetwear and explained he was 18-years-old and had a kid on the way named Amelia. I said "you must be proud! ^__^", he responded "YOU BET I'M PROUD! KNOCKED UP THE b**** I LOVE!" Noah talked to Joey various things including the guy who'd been stabbed, Joey said it was a friend of his who never backed down from a fight, and that some girl maced and brass-knuckled the guy to distract him while the guy he was fighting pulled a knife on him. After a while sexual orientation came up. "WELL ARE YOU GAY?" Noah asked. Joey threw up his hands and said "uh i dont really wanna go there". Noah persisted "IT'S 2015 MAN I MEAN I'M BI AND THIS DUDE WITH ME'S GAY" and Joey opened up and talked about a friend he said he'd fooled around with when they were 10 "BUT DON'T TELL ANYONE" he emphasized. Then it was about 3:30AM and Noah fell asleep in some cardboard boxes, leaving us to watch him laying there. "He looks peaceful there" I said. Then we ventured off. We passed the memorial again and Joey tried recreating the scene, assuming a boxing stance and saying "this woulda been him, with his fists up just like this, man if i see the guy who stabbed him i'mma beat the s*** outta him."

 

Joey then gave me a tour of the graffiti downtown. He showed me a massive and beautiful wall mural he said he'd contributed to. "THEY DIDN'T GIVE ME CREDIT, I PAINTED LIKE MOST OF THE ROCKS AND HE DIDN'T PUT MY NAME ON. OH WELL AT LEAST I KNOW THE TRUTH." I said things like "cool!", "wow!", "yeah!" and "nice!" Then he showed me some tags he'd put up and used his finger to scrawl his name on dirty windows. We roamed around looking for discarded wallets, bills, and cigarettes. He'd say "nuthin'", "just my luck!" and "I should paint here!" intermittently. Once he saw some people in the distance and said "COULD BE SOME PROBLEMS I'M KIND OF IN A GANG AND STUFF BUT WE GONNA GO THAT WAY I DON'T WANT YOU TO HAVE TO SEE ME PUNCH A GUY OUT I GOT YOUR BACK" That was nice, but prompted some more posturing from him that unsettled me. I wasn't sure how apt of a fighter he was, but he was bigger and stronger than I was and still had his bike so there would be no option to run. He talked about how sometimes he really wanted to just go rob people but that he knew if he did karma would come back to get him. I hoped he meant it. We passed through a park with model tanks and cannons and he said "it's weird for me to say this but sometimes i have like, cravings, to suck dick like back when i was like 10 and i mean i absolutely love my girl more than anything but if i do it with a guy it's not really cheating" I said "cool!", "wow!", "yeah!" and "nice!" and meant them all.  

 

And then I whispered "it'd just be a matter of finding a place where nobody could see us." The streets were mostly empty anyway but there was still the odd car and passerby. He said he knew of such a place. We roamed around a bit more, it was a fair amount of roaming and I didn't know the destination but kept following a little nervously. I wasn't quite sure if he was actually gay or had any number of other reasons to take me to a secluded area. Joey pointed out a sofa by the side of the road.  We took a couple sizeable pillows and carried them for a few blocks. Then we came to the train tracks. A train was rumbling and he did some bike stunts and wheelies on the tracks, saying things like "HAHA I'M GONNA CLOWN THE TRAIN DRIVER!" I told him he was freaking me out and "pleeeeeease I don't want you to die!" and such and he said "NO DON'T WORRY MAN I DONE THIS B4 JUST KEEP SIX ON THE COPS FOR ME". The train went in another direction, much to his chagrin "AWW" and my relief. "SO THIS IS THE PLACE" he then said. I was bemused and increasingly concerned with only narrow spaces to walk between the edge and the tracks, but he walked alongside the tracks and I followed him. We walked down the tracks for a while, then across a particularly perilous-looking train bridge with many protruding bolts and nails to step on and trip over. Eventually we crossed that too and came to a part of the tracks with a steep grassy hill with a little patch on the bottom with burrs, bugs, and just enough room to accommodate the pillows we'd been lugging along.     

 

[spoiler='EIGHTTEEN PLUS SMUT']

"how we gonna do this" he said. I chuckled, relieved that he genuinely wanted sex and probably wasn't going to murder me. He said "it's been a long time since i did this sorta stuff with a guy so maybe u go first". I was happy to oblige and giggled as I stripped and unbuttoned his DG pants. He happened to be rather well-endowed, I was face-to-face with a thick serpent-dragon between 9 and 9.5 units, my own being 6.5. It was about 4:30AM and we were both pretty tired, plus I was a little unused to such proportions but did the honours and although I couldn't extract, in the end I got a good review "how did u get so good at head like damn". We went on to 69 furiously while getting eaten alive by mosquitoes, they were a nuisance but I was much too preoccupied to pay them any mind. This was my first time outside, something I'd been wanting to try for a while, but I wouldn't particularly recommend it if you have indoor options. It was good we brought the pillows along though. He did me, for which I was tremendously grateful but I could tell he was tired and eventually he softened up, as had I by the time my turn came around, so I asked if he'd like to be fingered instead, he said "sure I guess", and I encircled his hole with my tongue before slipping my index finger in, asking him if he was okay, he said "yeaah", so then pressed in and back for a minute or so, then I'd add my middle finger, then my ring, then my pinky, each time checking with him for his status as I twisted a new digit inside before accelerating towards his prostate. I tried to add my thumb with slight success but it was pressed along the side of his hole and didn't have the mobility of my fingers, I didn't want to force it lest I hurt him (and from experience I knew it would), I did feel certain initial affections for him that only grew as the evening after all, though part of me still didn't want him to kill me. I asked him how he was feeling a last time after four and a half fingers had probed him and he said "reallllly goooood" with starry eyes, which gladdened me immensely, at which point he finally motioned for me to remove my hand.  [/spoiler]   

 

And now the vandalism! 

It was ~6AM, I was ready to head back home and he couldn't miss another of his summer school classes "or they'll fine me" he said, so we backtracked back down the tracks and as we left the downtown core we came across more scenic parts of the city. He was like "yo this is like the stupidest time to paint so the cops wont think about catching me" and pulled out a 2-liter dish soap bottle and squeezed paint out along various billboards, narrow concrete canvasses, and bike paths. It was rather viscous and slow going, not the conventional spray can one might expect, but it got the job done and he produced his unique illegible signature here and there. "I BOMBED THAT s***" he'd say, and I'd ^___^. Then he said "I WANT SOMETHING I JUST GO AHEAD AND SHOPLIFT IT" and took out a used soda cup from his bag "I'LL PRETEND I BOUGHT IT EARLIER TODAY", went into a McDonald's, and refilled it with the tap. When he rushed out it was leaking and such, but he was still able to drank his fill and left me some, it was Dr. Pepper and it was blissful. He got some dogshit on his bike and was like "THIS IS THE NASTIEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED", then he said "THIS ISN'T EVEN MY BIKE" and I chipped away at it with various discarded plastic spoons and napkins by the roadside, smiling at the surreal nature of this whole escapade, until it was more or less gone. "GOD BLESS YOU MAN" he'd say. We ventured onwards with barely the energy to stand until finally I got to my apartment building. He scrambled with his phone to add my name, I gave him the name of one of my Facebook alts, and I waved him off as he biked into the sunset at around 8AM. I crashed to sleep. If you're still reading this, cool! I hope you got something out of it! I'm still tired and not entirely coherent, it's about 2:30AM here now so I'll end this lovely episode here.

[Azure Wolf]

The main one would be constant vandalism in the male toilets at school, enough to the point year 9-10s had to use senior ones and couldn't use any during exam periods. Same went for year 8 toilets. People were even told they would have a less server punishment if they owned up on their own without the staff going to security cameras.

[Fusion X. Denver]

[spoiler='EIGHTTEEN PLUS SMUT']
"how we gonna do this" he said. I chuckled, relieved that he genuinely wanted sex and probably wasn't going to murder me. He said "it's been a long time since i did this sorta stuff with a guy so maybe u go first". I was happy to oblige and giggled as I stripped and unbuttoned his DG pants. He happened to be rather well-endowed, I was face-to-face with a thick serpent-dragon between 9 and 9.5 units, my own being 6.5. It was about 4:30AM and we were both pretty tired, plus I was a little unused to such proportions but did the honours and although I couldn't extract, in the end I got a good review "how did u get so good at head like damn". We went on to 69 furiously while getting eaten alive by mosquitoes, they were a nuisance but I was much too preoccupied to pay them any mind. This was my first time outside, something I'd been wanting to try for a while, but I wouldn't particularly recommend it if you have indoor options. It was good we brought the pillows along though. He did me, for which I was tremendously grateful but I could tell he was tired and eventually he softened up, as had I by the time my turn came around, so I asked if he'd like to be fingered instead, he said "sure I guess", and I encircled his hole with my tongue before slipping my index finger in, asking him if he was okay, he said "yeaah", so then pressed in and back for a minute or so, then I'd add my middle finger, then my ring, then my pinky, each time checking with him for his status as I twisted a new digit inside before accelerating towards his prostate. I tried to add my thumb with slight success but it was pressed along the side of his hole and didn't have the mobility of my fingers, I didn't want to force it lest I hurt him (and from experience I knew it would), I did feel certain initial affections for him that only grew as the evening after all, though part of me still didn't want him to kill me. I asked him how he was feeling a last time after four and a half fingers had probed him and he said "reallllly goooood" with starry eyes, which gladdened me immensely, at which point he finally motioned for me to remove my hand. [/spoiler]

And now the vandalism!
It was ~6AM, I was ready to head back home and he couldn't miss another of his summer school classes "or they'll fine me" he said, so we backtracked back down the tracks and as we left the downtown core we came across more scenic parts of the city. He was like "yo this is like the stupidest time to paint so the cops wont think about catching me" and pulled out a 2-liter dish soap bottle and squeezed paint out along various billboards, narrow concrete canvasses, and bike paths. It was rather viscous and slow going, not the conventional spray can one might expect, but it got the job done and he produced his unique illegible signature here and there. "I BOMBED THAT s***" he'd say, and I'd ^___^. Then he said "I WANT SOMETHING I JUST GO AHEAD AND SHOPLIFT IT" and took out a used soda cup from his bag "I'LL PRETEND I BOUGHT IT EARLIER TODAY", went into a McDonald's, and refilled it with the tap. When he rushed out it was leaking and such, but he was still able to drank his fill and left me some, it was Dr. Pepper and it was blissful. He got some dogshit on his bike and was like "THIS IS THE NASTIEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED", then he said "THIS ISN'T EVEN MY BIKE" and I chipped away at it with various discarded plastic spoons and napkins by the roadside, smiling at the surreal nature of this whole escapade, until it was more or less gone. "GOD BLESS YOU MAN" he'd say. We ventured onwards with barely the energy to stand until finally I got to my apartment building. He scrambled with his phone to add my name, I gave him the name of one of my Facebook alts, and I waved him off as he biked into the sunset at around 8AM. I crashed to sleep. If you're still reading this, cool! I hope you got something out of it! I'm still tired and not entirely coherent, it's about 2:30AM here now so I'll end this lovely episode here.

Tried cutting quote down, but it's fucking tedious on the iPad.
Anyways, interesting read. I don't really dig cheating, but it was entertaining regardless. Can't think of anything that'd top you vandalizing that guys *******