Last night I pull up to a spot to paint n when I go to get my paint form my trunk I lock my car n close the trunk. Low and behold MY FUCKING KEYS WERE LEFT IN THE TRUNK. And in that moment of shock and regret I sat there and within seconds the only thing

That came to my mind was to go do what I came here to do which was paint. Soooo I walk over the to the bando call my friend in the street and start my outline and filling in my first letter and then….. my paint clogs. That’s right I’m locked out my car far from home, and my one sole intention to paint is now gone as I don’t even have paint now. Honeslty a great night.

Done