James

Sorry, but I have to bust your work so to say, maybe just fill (Ah's be using tagger slingo's)....
Edit: Per James I am to link his blog lest I incur wrath....http://tim-jim.blogspot.com/ I hope since you are my only reader you are happiu :)

A Coat of White Primer

Joe's head reeled and elevated as he traced a tapering arch or red spray paint across the whitewashed wall. Needing a breath he stepped back and pulled the black paisley bandanna down from his face. He looked over at Chunt who had just sat back from the wall a few feet away a slash of neon green and blue arcing in front of him.

"Sure this is a good idea, being such an enclosed area?" Joe called over to a now crouching Chunt, who's coughing echoed off the cement floor and cinder block walls.

“Naw, it’s cool,” Chunt replied, pulling down the bandanna in front of his face. "Don't you love that smell and that rush? Just think of the dark spots in your eyes as dots and connect em." Chunt fell back laughing on the floor laughing at his little joke. If the murals covering the walls, and the manic laugh were any indication, he had probably killed a lot of braincells and gotten used to the purple sploches your vision gets from too much ethyl-propellant and too little oxygen.

Joe just shook his head and called to Chunts wheezing frame “The rent's must think you're pretty devoted to let ya do this? ” Joe swept his arm over the Several hundred feet of barren, residential, upper class housing basement. Chunt's wheezing laugh stopped as he gazed at the ceiling which should have had drop ceiling for a basement rec room and theater.

"Why are you doing this Chunt? I know you just got thrown in the cooler and all, but...."

"My mom said I am a waste of talent and time..." Chunt interrupted, Joe's mouth hung open as he tried to reel in his words.

"The `rent's, both Bob and Cathy said they weren't going to support and bail out someone with no future. So I decided, lets put together a portfolio for art school..." He jutted his thumb towards the Digital SLR and tripod facing the latest mural.

Joe crinkled his face up a little, re-sizing his best friend actually taking something seriously for once in the time he knew him. "So lemme get this right.... Bob, 'Mr why-cant-you-be-more-like-your-frat-rapist-brother' and Cathy 'Sure dear, as-long-as-you-leave-me-and-my-daiquiri-alone' convinced you to straiten up and fly right?" Joe laughed and shook his head in disbelief.

Chunt, not looking or caring continued “I was down at the train yards... as long as you don’t cover any identifying marks on the rail cars. You're pretty safe, right?... Well, the watchman must not have gotten that memo. He must have called the cops before chasing after me. I practically jumped into the patrol car as I ran out the driveway.” Chunt punctuated with a little laugh.

“That’s harsh dude.”

"Totally man, As I sat in that white cell, listening to Bob and Cathy argue and harass the bail officers. I thought about how all I wanted to do was fill that wall with color, Make all the blank spaces fill with color." Chunt got up from the floor and pulled his over sized pants up with one hand while adjusting the bandanna around his neck with the other. "I want to make the empty areas fill with something. That's why when Cathy...Mom, said that I was a waste of talent and time I decided to do this. I knew her words were empty, but I wanted to fill them in...."

The pair stood back and admired the handiwork. Empty walls never looked so good.