Looking through old photos, I found this quick piece me and Ste rocked in one of the most creepiest places we have ever been to. The first night we walked towards this location we both saw a white mask walk pass the front bay windows in which we had no idea what was in store for us. We both decided to come back early the next morning when the sun is out to explore the place and paint. This picture caught my eye and to post this flick is not because how the piece came out or how interesting it looks cause in reality it looks like shit, but the memories you encounter and a sense to appreciate the little things you spend with friends, family and painting. Without painting I would probably be a miserable fuck....
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