So I hung out with three friends last night, and then Charlie's dad and my dad got bat-shizz wasted together. And so we go and check on them to see half of the basement spray painted. Dad points a can at me and says "Go art." so of course, Charlie and I go spray paint crap ourselves. Our dads almost died like twice. Good times!
     My dad tried to explain color while super drunk with a silver spray can. He sprayed silver in one place- "This is silverrr-" He sprayed silver/grey somewhere else "And this is Gregg..."

A Bit Of My Art-

I think I did good. The last time I had spray painted was around the age of seven, and I couldn't spray the can on my own. Dad had to help me.

Bit Of smoll_child_Charlie 's Art-

Woulda gotten more art photos but my sister sleeps in the basement and I had to take the pics this morning.
My step mom is going to be so pissed at all of us when she finds out. But I'm proud of my art. My father said he was proud and he bought those spray paints for me to use. But then again, five minutes earlier he said he could be one hundred years old and mugged all of those paints off someone... It might have been the drunk talking...