Mandiis occupation....

As im crouching down, focused on what im doing, I hold the base of the instrument I am all too familiar with.

As I take a deep breath, the fumes of the paint fill my nostrils n makes me feel a little light headed.

Up down up down n side to side. Always the same.

The sound of truths takes me 10000 miles from reality.
I close my eyes n the wall is gone. I am taken to where I wish I was.
I am now sitting on the beach with my boi sipping on margaritas.

Suddenly I am brought back to reality by the squeal of a pig.
I look behind me and pat is standing there.
A hideious expresion on his face...

he is here for one thing...

To annoy the shit out of me..

The life of a painter truely sucks..............