Kevin wasn't the least bit surprised, always thought Marc was weird, but it was the blue paint he was confused about. He questioned that. He thought about it.
Was he huffing it? Was he painting? He wasn't sure they didn't see any pictures aside from that kid.
On it there was something written.
He wanted to go back. Tear the picture out and look at the back of it. That had to be a clue. The paint too, he thought that was something too. He was confused who the fuck does that? What was all that paint?
He was getting ready for work now, sipping a coffee. He made a filter one, similar to ones they sell at the store. He tried all different methods, longer brew, hotter water, changing the grind so he got it right.
He took a sip.
"Damn thats good."
He wrote down his method, he would try it at the store.
Was he huffing it? Was he painting? He wasn't sure they didn't see any pictures aside from that kid.
On it there was something written.
He wanted to go back. Tear the picture out and look at the back of it. That had to be a clue. The paint too, he thought that was something too. He was confused who the fuck does that? What was all that paint?
He was getting ready for work now, sipping a coffee. He made a filter one, similar to ones they sell at the store. He tried all different methods, longer brew, hotter water, changing the grind so he got it right.
He took a sip.
"Damn thats good."
He wrote down his method, he would try it at the store.