PAINTING

For those of you who may not know I used to be a parking specialist (professional, guru, genius) and the many other savory words one might use to describe the greatness of laborers that tenderly placed those orange envelope on the vehicle of a college person who just happened to have a little bit of unawareness in their lives on that day.

Like a little sprite determined to right the wrongs and spread my joy like a seagull spreads it shit I would set a goal each day. How many people can I show love to today? 50? 72? or maybe even 100? I find it amazing the tasks one can convince themselves is righteous given the motivation and purpose. It is education, right? If a cop was to tale (yes I am aware of the spelling) me during one of my excursions into the world of shiny metallics, chrome plated horses, beetles, bugs, and flashing read beacons with the words expired they would find a masterpiece. As if Davinci or Michaelangelo had entered my body. On a shoddy gray Subaru outback a wide brush, Baby Pearl Toyota Camry fine stroke, a Spearmint Green Jeep Wrangler broad stroke, and for a dash of power I throw in a Deep Maroon Cadillac CTS with a wide brush and detailed movements. All of these part of my larger canvas. From highest floor on the education building one can see my 'mona lisa', my criminal activities, and my extraordinary joy. Dozens of autos all over the great expansive campus painted with a little rectangular piece, zesty citrus like, with a solid ghost slip that floats into each persons hearts as they arrive to their vehicles.