DIY makes me high
The worst part of every paint job isn’t the prep, the trim work, or the actual painting. The worst part entails the clean up – specifically, anything that has to do with the brushes. It’s messy, but someone has to do it. And, that someone is usually me.
Since the paint is latex-based, a little bit of water and a lot of patience are the only things required. But, this time, the paint was on one brush for a little longer than normal. It’s dry and hard. The bristles don’t bend. So, out comes the paint thinner.
The brush is placed – vertically – in a can filled with thinner for it to work its magic. When it’s time to wash the brush and remove any excess paint, it bristles are rinsed under a running tap of hot water.
As I’m rubbing the bristles with my thumbs, I lean in over the sink, not expecting anything in particular. Then it hits me.
“WHOA!”
The smell slams into me like a brick wall accelerating at 200 km/h, my face ramming into the powerful aroma of the paint thinner. My head spins from the impact, I bounce back, and my ass hits the ground.
Although the scent is almost undetectable, it’s incredibly potent. It’s no surprise addicts soak rags with this shit. Inhale a few times and get lost in the reverie. Unfortunately, the high is as great as the crash.
Should I purchase new paint brushes, or should I let someone else paint the room for next time?
Whatever happens, I'll make sure to have some extra paint thinner on hand.
Since the paint is latex-based, a little bit of water and a lot of patience are the only things required. But, this time, the paint was on one brush for a little longer than normal. It’s dry and hard. The bristles don’t bend. So, out comes the paint thinner.
The brush is placed – vertically – in a can filled with thinner for it to work its magic. When it’s time to wash the brush and remove any excess paint, it bristles are rinsed under a running tap of hot water.
As I’m rubbing the bristles with my thumbs, I lean in over the sink, not expecting anything in particular. Then it hits me.
“WHOA!”
The smell slams into me like a brick wall accelerating at 200 km/h, my face ramming into the powerful aroma of the paint thinner. My head spins from the impact, I bounce back, and my ass hits the ground.
Although the scent is almost undetectable, it’s incredibly potent. It’s no surprise addicts soak rags with this shit. Inhale a few times and get lost in the reverie. Unfortunately, the high is as great as the crash.
Should I purchase new paint brushes, or should I let someone else paint the room for next time?
Whatever happens, I'll make sure to have some extra paint thinner on hand.
Authored by S at 12:00 am
8 Comments:
Oh Steven, huffing paint is so 1990.
Even Timmy doesn't huff, anymore.
Weed is a better high, without the crash.
Lurker turned commenter, as demanded!
Oh yeah... I buy new brushes every time I paint. I figure it costs about the same as buying paint thinner, without the huffed high.
I believe the instructions say: " use in a well ventilated room".
Buy a new brush. They're just like you...
cheap and not reusable without a lot of extra work.
You must buy your poppers at Costco. In vats.
I knew your stripper story was about painting. I'm so smart.
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