Used to write these kind of notes all the time working with dad.
He’d find them on a 2x4 with carpenter pencil on a smoke break. Or a piece of drywall like Gomer. Keep up my tortured artist aesthetic. The Sherman Williams coffee was good this morning. Never turn one down. They had Carmel creamer but I took it black. Waiting on Ray to let me in the build…
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