A Wall. A Wrecking Ball. Some Paint.

When all that stands between your current living space and a demolition crew is some hastily spayed paint.

I’d be a little nervous about:

• The paint washing off
• Operator of the wrecking ball being color blind
• Unscrupulous neighbor sneaking out and crossing out “stay”and writing “remove”
• Sun being a little too bright to see the florescent paint