Okay, I did this up north at my homie's pad in Chico. He was nice enough to go out and buy me a case of Krylon. I had nothing but time to kill, so they emptied out his room and gave me space to paint. Right out the sliding glass door there was a pool with a spring board, so, when I got tired of painting, I'd hop in the pool. I remember breaking the springboard though. Haha, it was a good time. I kind of went crazy with what I wrote on the wall, I didn't keep it as clean as I usually do, but I used the sloppiness as part of the style. Great times, and man, I fucking love to paint.