There comes a day in every man's life when he realises King Vaze is correct about most things in life. Monday morning was one of those things. I painted a kinda dope base fill to a piece i'd been looking forward to painting. Then came the rain... the heavens opened but he told me to bide my time. Sure enough, the rain subsided a little and i got the chance to carry on. By this time i'd flipped out, couldn't paint a straight line and threw a massive tantrum... I dogged my piece, got home and it looks ok in a half finished photo....
Attack of the Stoopids.
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