i was paintin freights in the daytime one day last summer, ganola as a matter of fact, and im finishing the fill when out of nowhere like 20 meth addicts hop out of the damn thing full of scrap metal to make a few bucks on, so i started dippin out when the dudes were like, your cool homie do your thing we aint snitchen. so i was like fuck it and kept painting. well about twenty minutes later the dudes were about a quater mile down the line away from me, when the dude that said i was cool got macked by a humped gondie. i was like holy fuck, this dude just got killed, and his dudes took his scrap metal bucket and bounced with no remorse.