The TLDR of this is that I have a heavy hand and sometimes artwork comes out the other side of nights where I was lost in the sauce. Look, I’m not shy about saying that I’d rather die than be seen as a basic a** bitch, but Paint & Pour is a fantastic activity for someone with my artistic inclinations. Like any true artist though, you’ll never catching me paying for the privilege of painting among a group of strangers; no I’d rather be home by my lonesome with a $11 bottle of Apothic Inferno. Anyways it was one of those days where work ran long, customers were entitled pricks, and I was severely underpaid relative to what I was bringing to the table and I just needed that cathartic release and my lady here embodies that numbness and discontent of an average day in the life.