April 2nd, 2011. Complaining Who: Masashi, open What: Masashi's random rambling. Where: City streets. When: April 2nd. This thread takes place between the hours of 7 AM and 8 AM.
Masashi, dreams free of midgets, noses, midgets with noses, or pocketwatches, was busy walking down the street. He was on his way to the best art supply store in the city, as he was running out of..everything, really. His tubes of paint were nearly gone, he was almost out of canvases, his easel was in horrible shape, and his pencils and sketchbooks were barely there. Why does this keep happening? He has to keep buying them again at the exactly same time, over and over again. It was only a month ago! What was wrong with this horrible equipment...Can't buy anything that doesn't get ripped apart in this city. I mean, honestly, I could make it be-what.
The boy's train of thought derailed as he looked upon an advertisement for...something. He honestly didn't know what it was for, nor did he care. All he knew was that this ad was ugly. With a capital ugly. It was just...horrible. Was it trying to blind him? Masashi had stopped walking, and was shaking his head and muttering to himself as he glared at the offending piece.