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Jump Start

I went to a little rave-party event this weekend to live paint. Before going, I was apprehensive about being there. The event was underground and, to be concise, the whole thing was kind of shady.

But I was able to be a blessing to a woman and her child that night. They were stranded as their car's engine wouldn't start. So there they were, stuck downtown on Imperial late night. I happened to heading back to my car to grab some supplies and the woman asked me if I had jumper cables. I was unsure if I still had them, as I had borrowed them along time ago. She also asked me for money for gas and I told her I was an artist and hence cashless. (some gentlemen walked by seconds later and gave her money). It turned out I did have jumper cables, stuffed in my sparetire well, and was able to start her. (Sidenote: Jumping cars scares the crap out of me though I've done it like 20 times) After the car started, I turned to see the mother hug her child in joy and relief.

I realized that I wasn't supposed to go to the party to paint something awesome, meet a dancer high on thizz or the guy twirling fireballs, and especially not make money. I was there to help out those people, everything else was just fluff...and knowing that made the experience so much more enjoyable. And I started a piece live that I'm proud of and will work on. :)

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