So about 2 years ago I was hired to do this installation painting for this chick. After a day of work I and what I thought to be a good start, she calls the interior design at 2 am and tells him she wants me to stop. The next day we paid her a visit and she said she wanted me to stop because I was stealing thoughts and bad memories from her head and she couldn't take it. Did I mention that this Bitch was a serious pot/coke head? The convo got heated and I called her a crazy bitch and stormed outta her crib, never really getting any good flicks of the unfinished work and leaving behind all my cans and paint. That Crazy Bitch!
