//content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/mad.gif.c18f003ab0ef8a0d9c27ca78d77a6392.gif//content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/verymad.gif.3f39c5c2fd57527b671fad3efdfac756.gif//content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/furious.gif.fc81ca146dbff91fede3ed290dbc4f4c.gif//content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/mad.gif.c18f003ab0ef8a0d9c27ca78d77a6392.gif I was just finishing the piano black finish on my rear channels, and this is the FIRST ****ing time EVER that I've gotten an enclosure painted without showing any defects, screwholes, end grain, joints, etc, and even had no ****ing orange peel. So, what happens? I'm putting on the last few coats of clearcoat, 4/6 sides finished on one, 5/6 finished on the other, and on the less finished one, I go inside to turn down my stereo, and hear a huge ****ing crash. The ****ing wind blew over my **** paint stand from the most random gust I've ever seen in my life. It was like God was laughing at my *** for spending so much time and detail on some **** speakers.
So, as soon as I see the ****er sitting FACE down in a pile of towels that had sitting there just by luck (the only redeeming factor), I turn around and see SIX, ****ING SIX june beetle ****ers swimming in my wet lacquer on my other cabinet. I try to take the bastards out, which only pisses them off and makes them kick around even more. I'm ****ing done with this shit; I need some crack. //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/verymad.gif.3f39c5c2fd57527b671fad3efdfac756.gif