ATTENTION:X:THE WORLD IS COVERED IN STICKERS! For real, look around you. Have you seen them, yet? Everywhere you go, there’s a sticker stuck someplace, tucked away in the shadows where some lurking ass skateboarder stuck it after the nollie heel he freaked twelve times. You know what I’m talking about; that time you went to the adult shop to get some “picture-books” and you saw that OBEY sticker on the traffic light, and you said to yourself, “How the f#*k did that get way up there?”, and in that instance some dude ran up to your whip and slapped a fat ass CHETROPPER sticker on your windshield, driver side. I’ll admit, that would be some ill shit and thankfully it hasn’t happened to you . . . yet.
Stickers are running fucking rampant around cities, being sold and given away online and at local skate shops, being spotted on everything from your front door to the ticket you got for parking in front of a fire hydrant; and oh!, the freaking hydrant has a sticker on it, too! WTF, is anything or anyone safe from this sticky phenomenon arising from the cultural influences of the deck and art? Hell NO! Being a foot solider myself, always packing a set of stickers and a skateboard for quick getaways, I’ve known these streets and the sticky mayhem that goes on, under the RADAR with NOIS (No One In Sight). I’ve thrown SkateSauce stickers over bumper stickers and slapped ugly chicks with Andre the Giant stickers, twice to cover the wrinkles. I’ve slipped and lost mad Lakai stickers down the sewers of NY and uncovered some of the illest skate spots in VA, just to maim them with nine stickers at a time, marking my territory, just to come back and see a Sketchers sticker covering my RollingGolds tongue! Who the f#*k?! I’m taking prints, blowing them shits up, and making stickers out of the enemy’s most precious possession. It’s rough out here, but I’ll be the first to say I LOVE this shit. It’s like a new form of artistic expression, but you don’t have to do anything but pick the most random place to stick your shit (sounds like something else?), and take a nicely lit, well-angled photo of your work, then post and blog the shit out of it on the web. ‘Cause what is this internet thing for if you can’t blog about what new sticker you slapped on a wall, c’mon.
Stickers are becoming almost as abundant as the number of blog sites there are in the world. Every skateboard company, photographer, grocery store and homo couple have sticker packs out there. For under 10 bucks you can get whatever you want nowadays, like online shopping, you can get Prada sneaks with a side of pork-chops and, guess what?! STICKERS!!! Throw them shits on your plate if you want or customize your girl’s tampon box with a couple, April fool’s b***h!!! Sneak a few in your school and slap’em on your friends lockers, or even better, the teacher’s grade book, f#*k the last project of the year, these shits are more permanent than super-glue No. 45, baby!! Your moms won’t let you paint your room, stick that shit up with DGK, RollingGold and Expedition. This is just practice, though. Sooner or later, your sticker crave will grow, something like a vampire’s need for blood. You’ll start to crave taller, wider, more graffiti’ed walls and stick your stickers on public monuments, giving the ordinary structure a new face lift daily. Your blog will get more hits and chicks will come out of heaven for you. Well, not really, but if you throw some switch tre flips in the mix, something’s gonna happen, right?! Maybe some feebz here and there, a couple late cab flips and get your vert on.
True, True but anyway, any day you catch a random dude slapping stickers over there, you know it’s going to be a hectic day, so keep camo in your trunk and your camera on 15fps. You never know, you might see me zooming butt-naked down a set slapping stickers on a wall at 9sps (stickers per second). And in conclusion: FUCK THE POLICE.
-GetMADeven
p.s. Last two stickers are from UrbanMedium
