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Everyone’s A Critic | Victor + Chun-Ja |

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Everyone once in a while there was a wall; a nice clean, friendly-looking type of wall that no one else in the neighborhood got around to tagging yet. Or rather, was unable to tag. The mystery of the blank, white brick wall, just begging to be marked up, was one of the greatest temptations known to man. Chun-Ja had passed the innocuous building on their way to and from their apartment almost every day. And each time she leered at the virgin wall like the wolf in a cautionary tale. 

It occurred to her briefly, of course, that there was a good reason the bricks were still allowed to age with dignity. A warning sign, far more effective than any ‘keep out’. Well, effective in upping the temptation to go to fucking town. 

So one day, Chun-Ja did just that. No time for a big planned production, just a nice pattern maybe, something to get the itch out from bending over a canvas all night. It just wasn’t her preferred template. But this- this was going to be epic levels of enjoyment.

It was night when she struck, the customary baggy hoodie hiding her face as she used her expansive arsenal of spray paint to start her work. Various shapes began to come to life, eyes everywhere (her favorite), just a collage of whatever had been stewing away in her brain. It was around 2 am, the owner should have been long gone. So, nothing to worry about. Besides, she was the human road runner- Meep meep and off she went at the first sign of trouble. 

At least, that was the plan. Until, finally able to let loose, Chun-Ja lost herself to the soothing release of the white wall turned art. Didn’t even hear the footsteps behind her.

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“That’s the…that’s the brick dude! Yeah, I’ve met him. Chill, chill. Called me kiddo though, I’m like 27. And I’m just like ‘fuck man, shut up and paint some colors’. But also, like. Question. You think he always talks himself up before he says who he is? Like, he goes into the grocery store, gets some grapes or some shit, and gets in line and is like ‘the dude who’s gonna get grapes is a badass motherfucker…’ and then he spins around and is like ‘i’m the dude who’s gonna buy some grapes’. Like seriously? Come on, man. Come on. Love yourself.”