I don’t consider myself a weird person, at least not overly so, I always enjoy it when someone really goes “there”.
That is why, when one of my friend asked I would help him cover the local graffiti hot spot in print paper, I immediately said yes. Not only was this an amazingly bizarre thing to do, but he promised that he would give beer and pizza to anyone who helped, so I was all in.
now, before I start, I just want to say a few words about this graffiti hot spot.
I live in a small town, where the only real cultural life that exists is crated by the students at the design-school. Because the town in so relatively quite and the school is the only escape, it becomes sort of cultural hob. Sadly once in a while that culture spill over and manifests itself in terms of graffiti, which the local government sees as an act vandalism.
Because they were seemingly powerless to stop it, and it was becoming kind of expensive to keep removing, they decided to designate a tunnel leading under the railway as a graffiti hot spot. Basically, you can paint as much as you want there without any repercussions, which was nice because the place was basically covered wall-to-wall anyway.
The place itself is however not particularly enticing. It is a somewhat broad but dank and “rapy” place that you kind of can’t avoid if you live in kolding.
Because of it’s central location and probably because it is one of the few places in kolding that you can do this kind of project, my friend Markus, decided that this would be the perfect place to be arty-farty.
He talked allot of his friends into joining him in this bizarre assignment, which really isn’t that hard for him because he is both hot and charismatic. I, of cause, was one of the friends who showed up at 4 pm on a cold windy November afternoon to paste up copy-paper to the wall.
It was a pretty straight forward job and it should have been boring as hell, but strangely I found an aptutute for that particular task. Yes I know it sounds weird, but I was the fastest person in my group to paste up pieces of copy paper to a concrete wall in a dank tunnel.
I guess I can add that to the list of incredibly dumb tasks at which I excel.
It was really quite exhilarating to get compliments all the time and show off this skill I didn’t know I had and I stayed much longer than I had planned, but in the end, the cold did get to me and I ended up leaving before the job was done.
I know that is not very gentlemanly of me, but if you have ever been outside on a windy, rainy November day in Denmark, you would understand.
Sylvester Hansen 