This guy has a woodstove to spraypaint and no meddlesome breeze drifting overspray onto his, or the nice truck next to his, is going to stop him.
Just going for it. A nice Columbia River Gorge wind dispersing black paint directly onto his and a stranger's truck. There's even windmills in the background, fer chrissakes. That's how wind-prone it is where he decided he'd break out the rattlecan.
I didn't stick around to see him beaten to death with his own can of spray paint when the owner of that white truck came out of the gas station store, but I bet it was quite a show.
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