Chaz was so angry at his parents. They refused to help him with his student loan debt. They had told him he was on his own, after he decided not to finish his Computer Game Programming course, at the private college, whose campus was in an industrial unit in the eastern suburbs. On the one hand he understood their perspective, but on the other he thought they should now help him out after winning $400,000 in the 6/49 lottery.
Seething with rage he took a can of black spray paint and tagged the building. He did it just to the right of the spot where, that fucking punk Zarasa had tagged it a few weeks back. See had been pissed off at Chaz for not returning his Play Station 4 version of Call of Duty, so to make a point he tagged the building. Chaz’s dad had asked him to remove the tag and Chaz had done a half-assed job of it before giving up and going back inside to play Grand Theft Auto, San Andreas. GTA San Andreas was his favourite game in the GTA series. He liked to drive around, crash into random cars, drag motherfuckers out of the crashed cars and cap their sorry asses. He knew it wasn’t part of the missions but he liked going rogue and doing it anyway. He could spend a couple of hours at it and it still got a laugh out of him, every single time. If anything made him laugh, it was randomly capping motherfuckers in his video game.
He took his can of spray paint, made a variation on his “illish” tag and then as an afterthought added a decent looking five point star underneath it. He really liked the way the star came out, half there, half not, real casual. He figured that he would always use the star when he tagged going forward and fuck his dad anyway, for not helping him with his student loans. Just because his parents let him live for free in the coach house above the garage, they acted like they were still the boss of him. He felt so disrespected as he was now a thirty year old, grown ass man.