Picture this: its 85 degrees. Full sun. High humidity. You’re standing next to a guy you’ve been working a 12 hour shift with on a rig that’s hanging off the side of a building in downtown NYC. Right below you are the vents of two restaurants that simultaneously and constantly blow hot hair and food smells directly on you. But you know what? This is the life of a walldog, and hey—it still beats the snow.
Bing it on, summer. #alwayshandpaint