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(El's MURAL ABOVE)
The smell of spray paint invigorated my senses and ecstasy, essentially getting me high off the fumes and pride I felt exude from the mural of true social democracy.
We were all slaves to the social system, and capitalism was the result of it all. Sure, there might be the good folk out there that work hard for their business and do good will out of it, but the rest of the country was run by a bunch of World Union elitists that decide who's the bottom of the food chain.
It just so happened my dad was once the CEO of such an industry business, which now was being run by a complete douchebag that is going against everything my dad believed in.
So, in effect, I decided someone needed to show the town the true image of this communist business via my master artesian design. Dad's colleague who was a complete white-supremacist was the face of this art piece, essentially a clown with a drawn dick in his mouth, revealing the truth behind this capitalist country.
Only, I hadn't always expected it to go down like this.
I mean, it was an expression of thought, which if I understand correctly, is legal as it's my constitutional right.
I guess the police thought differently. I just wanted to paint a mural. Why is it so awful wanting to express one's feelings through art? Is that such a crime?
