This is what my grandpa told me - The plan was to have Kiwie eating a “Rocker's hand" - showing how heavy rock music really is. Missing details? The word “ROCK” on the head, highlights, and a one-shot outline. And if you’re wondering why there’s a guy in the photo hiding around the corner with a bag of cans… here’s why. First night out painting, the city felt great. Dark spot, nobody noticed me. People walked within a meter and didn’t see a thing. At one point I even watched a car slam into a cyclist. Chaos everywhere. Then out of nowhere some guy spotted me. I ditched my bag of cans in a dark corner and walked away from the spot like nothing was happening. He started talking to me - told him I wasn’t local, just a tourist hanging with friends. He had no clue what I was actually doing. Or did he? When I came back, my cans were gone. The bastard stole all my main colors, every black. So the next day, I was forced to paint with scraps and leftovers. Pretty sure he thought the bag was full of beer.

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