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

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