Hello. I am the toy. I've been writing for 2 days, plus some dabbling in the past. My edges are sloppy, and my circles are not round. I use shitty paint from walmart cause i suck anyway. Although my blackbook is fresh it is built for abuse, durable hemp pages to save the trees. I've got 5 colors of paint so my colors are limited. Im ready to put in the legwork, cause i know I am the bottom rung of the ladder. Im the dirt on the pole i want to climb that leads the the perfect spot I want to paint on. When you see the drips on my handstyle it reminds you of how the fucking rain always ruins your painting night. Dont worry though, I come with thunder and lightning to amuse you. So when you see me on the street, know that you are better then me. I look up to you and I would appreciate you show me your ways, but if not then i'll just have to get more paint. :tongue::eek::eek::scrambled: