That primal scatological urge of graffiti. When in the bathroom; a private intimate conversation (latrinalia). When on the side of a freight train, its something similar from lonely travelers, isolated workers, the random passerby. Declarations of love, the many forms of penis, vagina, breasts in a multitude of combinations with little to no additional bodily forms included. The solitary sprayed "fuck" or "shit". Club Whiskey goes this deep. 
 
These are the outtakes from Whiskey Texas' regular zine, compiled in the best kind of half-page zine flipper. It feels cutty and grimy like it should. Club Whiskey is NSFW for sure, but not in an inappropriate kind of way. It's still a bunch of photos of moniker style scribbles on freight trains, but its the ones that are rarely signed by the artist. The O.G. base of graffiti on steel wheels and xerox dust, en route to your mailbox. 
 
Too hot for Instagram...