Vato Mario and I have been painting a mural in the guys warehouse bathroom at my company. We talk shit and listen to 80's hip hop the entire time. I've caught him up on all the dance moves from the 90's (i.e. running man). I let him do his thing because I'm all about learning to compromise. Yesterday that cray-cray fool let me paint his face. Entertainment is cheap.
A little PA, anyone? He's no looker (do not let the photograph deceive you!) but the man has a voice like butter.
Indian burial ground, here I come.
