“Krylon, Rustoleum, motherfuckers boring em” sang Riptide as he swept the can up and down. There was a trick to getting the coverage just right—you wanted it dark enough so the tag stood out, but not so much that the paint dripped. That was bullshit, when the paint dripped. Fucking monkey move.
Riptide picked up the Candy Apple, shook the rattle can like a medicine man with his ceremonial gourd. Window glass crunched beneath his sneaker, ground into the carpet.
“Krylon, Rustoleum—”
The red and black tag on the clean white plaster looked tight. Tight.
“shook the rattle can like a medicine man with his ceremonial gourd.” That’s priceless! Great take, although I feel like I ought to call the cops. It was such a lovely ceiling.
I’m with K all the way on this one! 😉
A tag on that beautiful ceiling.. sacrilege!!! but alas believable.
‘Window glass crunched beneath his sneaker’ – gave me hope that he’d be caught red handed. 🙂
Everything is a canvas, huh? Interesting take on the photo!
Nice
Yeah, K has it spot on here “shook the rattle can like a medicine man with his ceremonial gourd” – Great line, great take.
Great details! Now I want to see Riptide’s painstaking work. 🙂