I should have some sort of wrap up for the Art of Battle from a couple weeks ago.  I should have a completely ridiculous story to tell you about how we did a bunch of crazy shit, broke some things, and Arlo painted all over fools.  Truth be told I felt like total shit and wasn’t in the mood for much of anything.  It was one of those days where you couldn’t get comfortable anywhere you sit.  I was restless my back hurt my stomach was killing me and I decided I was starving and needed to eat ten minutes after the kitchen had closed.  Overall things just weren’t going in the direction I was hoping.

I did however shoot some dope photos of Arlo while he painted and drank his way into second place just barely behind Octeel in the standings.

Arlo hard at work.

Like a black tag on your fresh white wall.