wall drawing

Found a discarded marker rolling by the curb, and boom—concrete doesn't stand a chance! I dashed straight down into the dry ditch where the acoustics echo like mad. Skidded along the slanted slope, popped off a cracked curb, and scribbled my own little lightning squiggle right across the grey wall. Perfect surface, no rules, pure morning chaos! A stray pigeon tried to judge me, but hey, you can't censor real art.