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DAY 2
With the prospect of a new day, I slept in until about 11:00 when I suddenly remembered "Shit, its mothers day". I ran down stairs only to realise at the bottom....that I'd forgot =8¬$. I gave my mum a hug and then went about my own business before she asked me to do something.
With the frame on its own it needed to be black. The other problem was that there was shitty stickers all over it which needed peeling/scraping/melting off. My index finger was covered in shit as a result of this, but it was worth it. My dad gave my some "cellulose" something or other, which got rid of any dirt and adhesive that was on the frame. I sanded the frame down, to give the paint a 'key' (thats not a joke to any stupid assholes reading this). I was now ready to begin spraying the frame with the spray paint we got yesterday. An idea me and my dad had was to hang it from the roof of our very old garage, which considering it was me inside it, didn't really make me comfortable. But then I remembered what it was for =8¬D.
With the frame in its mini gallows, I began spraying. All went well until the paint started to slow down...?! Trust Ben's luck, he picked a spray can which on had enough for me to do one side of the frame.
Great! I have a half-arsed, half-coloured BMX frame. I mean so long as you look at it from the right angle its fine, such as this one...
...As opposed to this...
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