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Ohk....so...I go by the name of Saine, its my tag name. My first tag name was Dag. I made it longer into Dagger, then shortened it up again to DAGR. I had so much heat on that name, that I pretty much gave in and changed it. ( Not very proud of that.) I was being called Saine for a wile now and I just thought that it would work and I've had that name since I lived in Clarksville, Tennessee, a good two or three years ago. I had a friend that ran the name Vok, and he would always be calling me Zin. I don't know why, but he would. Said something like I just looked like a Zin. Then, eventually, it originated in to Sane. I knew a lot of other big cities would have a Sane, and I wanted to stand out. So, I added an "i" in the middle.
The event that lead me to change my name happened in Clarksville, Tennessee. I had just finished putting up an amazing piece on the side of a building that was 4 stories tall, using the tag name DAGR. I was on the 2nd building, which was 3 stories tall. Wile I was on my down the building's ladder, I hear someone yelling at me to get my @$$ down. As I jump off to the nearest platform, I see a group of police officers, some on the ground and two coming up the ladder, they were in a group of about 4 or 5. So, now I'm on what I believed to be a one story building. Knowing the police were close behind I ran to the other end. I got hung up on a vent and had to ditch my backpack. In the process of doing that, I had time to see that the cops were now on the roof and in close proximity to me. In a full sprint I jump off the front of the building. That's when I learned that it was a 2 story building and not 1. I hit the ground, rolled, slid, and hit the side of a parked car. As I lay there, slightly dazed and a bit confused, I looked around and realized I was still sitting. Got my self up and ran. I didn't know where I was going but I was determined to get there. The officers had their police vehicle pull around and pursue me. I'm running down an ally way, looking for a ladder to go up, or a basement door that was left open. In my mind I was imagining me getting run over by that squad car. A fence was my choice of escape, and it was into someone's yard. The officer still behind, I dipped into a bus terminal, hop the counter, and straight into the bus about to leave the station. I felt so relived, and scared at the same time. I don't think I've ever been so sick in my life. My chest hurt and I felt like throwing up. About a good week went by before I went painting again, and when I did, I chose to paint on an underpass. The wall had just been painted white by the graffiti removal teams. Everyone was to scared to paint it, because they were saying it would just be a bust. With me being as stupid as I was, I thought I'd be able to bomb it and get away without anyone even knowing I was there........damn was I wrong. Vok was suppose to be my look out. They grabbed him, taped my painting, and then after I was done, they pulled the cars around and I had no where to run. I spent a night in Clarksville City Jail and they had to locate my mom. Then I got sent back to South Dakota, changed my name to Saine, and then I got busted again...a Mexican snitched on me..., all because he wanted the reward money. So now I'm on probation till I turn 21...how nice. Isn't being a repeat offender so fun.?!?!?!?! Check this youtube.com video out http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OObk4_px944&safety_mode=true&persist_safety_mode=1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Neoot9az79w&safety_mode=true&persist_safety_mode=1
Now I flow, Paint, BMX, and cause trouble on the rez.! I get my paint supplies from http://33third.com/favicon.ico and bombingscience.com. I order my bike parts from danscomp.com and I use the music studio at the high school.
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