When I moved to Portland from the Midwest, I gave most of my paint away to the community before I left. I purchased about a thousand dollars worth of spray paints to restock my studio when I got here. When I purchased the paint at a local art/craft store, I was asked for ID and I assumed it was to verify my age like what they did back in Chicago. I wasn't paying too much attention to the cashier as I was checking off my supply list. What I didn't know was that the cashier wrote down my personal info and later passed it along to the cops.















