Anyway, I just finished this car hood. Finally. Now it makes me want to paint more hoods. That’s the trouble with finishing something. You know someone is gonna take it away and then you’re left with what? Money. Yeah money. But you don’t have the hood anymore. This is the only ‘hood’ I have. It was the perfect thing to paint. Great size. Great subtext. Great reality. Great thing that actually got painted out there, out there in real life. I mean I didn’t have to make this shit up. It was there. Teenagers knew it. It got ‘teen-aged’. Primed. Flaked. Stripped. Bondo-ed. Lacquered. Nine coats. Sprayed. Numbered. Advertised on. Raced. Fucking Steve McQueened.