One morning, I believe it was a Saturday, my friend laughingly told me to go look at 39th st. Holy sheet. Now we didn’t spill the paint, I think it came from a work truck or something, someone just helped to rearrange the paint.

A big diamond. Drawn quite well.

Lots of people don’t mind driving through paint.
No matter, our great city had the mess cleaned up the next day.
Nothing a little power-washing can’t fix.