Or "Homey Chii-ater" as they say in Brazil.
That first time you apply black paint to the ceiling, you're thinking... there's no turning back now.
So I was doing the painting.
Gatinha was sewing the covers on the seating.
The kids were doing their best to cause as much expensive damage as they could in as little time as possible.
So we are all doing our part.
I used to laugh at how many different kinds of "white" there are at the paint store... until I went to buy black.
Black
Pepper Corn
Night Club
Stealth
Celestial
Jet Black
Limousine
Secret Society
Off Broadway
Broadway
Theater Black
Charcoal
Cat Walk
Totally Black
Bauhaus
Spade Black
Blackout
Black Space
Carbon
Black Lacquer
Ink Black
Poppy Seed
And that's just one brand: Behr.
Start busting out other brand swatches, and its CRAZY! They're all just black as shit.
One swatch is all you need: Black as Shit.
And all that black... takes a long time to make a can of. The pigment just pours... and pours... and pours. I went to look at some other supplies, and came back later, and the guy just pointed to the pigment machine and was like "It's still pouring ink." And it was. Like ink diarrhea in a can. Pray no one dumps this can on the carpet. It will be a superfund clean up spill of biblical proportions.
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