it was just a good day. I was a man who had nothing in his apartment but a dog, a piano, my paintings, my dirty mattress and a Bom-Box. Some people would comment negativity on my lack of tangible possessions, such as a couch, or even curtains of any nature, or maybe even an oven mitt!Those things meant nothing after she saw what was spray painted in my living room. She looked back at me, bit her lip then proceeded to fuck my wall in such a way that warmed herself up for me.