Its true, its true. A real street artist will bust you in your chops when confronted. This is indisputable. Allow me to explain. Several weeks ago I confronted Old Hobo Bobbo on the streets of New York City. Now Old Hobo Bobbo is best know for his underground poop series. In this particular series of art Old Hobo Bobbo poops on various landmarks in New York City. Old Hobo Bobbo is the truest definition of a street artist because he literally applies his work directly to the urban landscape. There is no middle man such as paint or marker. No, Bob's art nothing more than him and the window of a taxi cab. Anyway, back to the story at hand. I caught the Old Hobo painting the walls of the Flatiron Building brown. Since I am opposed to the arts I demanded he cease painting. Old Hobo Bob took one look at me at busted my chops right there. The moral of this story? True street art comes from the inside.