The pretty stuff is on the outside. The insides are that gooey stuff. Whole cars, pieces, throwups, top to bottoms get all the attention. It’s colorful and happy go lucky forms of expression that decorate the outside of a subway car. But what about the insides!! Bombers, scientists, key holders, concocting ink and writing tools in the dark, confined in a hot box writing their names over and over and over while hoping for the best. There have been kings on the insides that never took one tag on the outside. Legends in the game that can’t do a throwup, and any attempt at a piece is highly embarrassing. Yet, what they’ve mastered within the subway car is graffiti brainwashing. Repetitive style, flair and dominance thru handwriting. One name fighting to stand out. No space. Sometimes no respect, and suddenly a war zone unfolds and it’s witnessed in present time. Overnight things change. Partners, styles, methods…. Insides were the greatest! I choose handstyle, bombing, tags, insides, o...