All is numbAs I sit here, looking upon my hands seeing the irrefutable evidence, feeling the sting in my fingers slowly dissipating. Slowly a smile creeps across my face, a chuckle begins to form, I cant help but think of what happened through the night. Six hours. Thats how long it took, roughly. Six hours, and 8 cans. 8 cans? No that can't be right, 10 cans. Yeah thats it. 10 cans and six hours. That sounds right. I defiantly left my mark. It shows. It will show for some time, considering that I covered a lot of area. They like it though. They like how the yellow paint looks compared to the rust color it was before. 8 cans. 2 cans. 10 total. 8 on the safety railings, foot guard, and stairs. 2 on the doors. Still have more to go. Longer will the evidence show on my hands. Stained they will become. Good thing it will wash off. Six hours. Thats was plenty of time for me to get high. Was it worth it? Oh yeah. Totally worth it. Especially when all the more the man in charge does is laugh at it. Easy was the day when 6 out of 12 hours was spent depressing the nosel on a spray can. Not six solid nonstop hours, but a six hour block to complete the first half of the project. More tonight. More stairs. Finish off the doors. Another chance to get high. More opportunity to get yellow on me. Just a little bit more to make it all look good. This should be fun.Well, what do you guys think? How was that little story? Totally true by the way. Every word. I want to know if my style is good. Was I descriptive enough? Was it in depth enough? Where could I improve. How could I improve? Some feed back please? ~Tiny Out. |
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