Splat Olive Pants

Come on a quick journey....'you're in an old garage off a darling row house in Chicago. Far enough away from downtown to not get mixed up with the wrong crowd but close enough to feel the energy. You're painting. You love painting. You're a creative and on the brink of the next big piece. You're in the zone. You lose track of time. You're supposed to meet your friends downtown for dinner to celebrate Zoey's birthday. You realize you've zoned out for too long and don't have time to change. You look down. Your favorite pants are now splattered with your work. A little from your brush. A few splatters. Maybe a finger wipe here. You're kind of digging it, shrug your shoulders and head out the door. You show up cool, calm, and only about 10 minutes late. Your squad goes nuts because, "What? You look amazing!" "When did you have time to go shopping?" "I HAVE to borrow those pants" You smirk a little and go on to have one of the best nights of your life. Thanks Zoey for being born and thank y