A friend asked me to paint him a chameleon.
So I did it
I’m nice like that
This open faced wrap is the handiwork of a young man named Luke.
Luke is the exactly the kind of risk taking blue sky thinker the world is in critical need of. He’s the sort to at a cup of tea and a jar of instant coffee and say ‘I like both of these individually, I bet I’d love them even more together’.
Luke is cut from the same cloth as the slightly older kid you knew growing up, the one with the unkempt goatee and forced enthusiasm for reggae , who showed you how to pull your first ice bong and who consistently ripped off his friends and family to pay his drug debts.
Like that irritating specter from your youth, Luke will appear in your kitchen in the early hours and proceed to make you ‘the most amazing sandwich, man’.
He’ll curse your lack of bacon, purloining the remaining pork product in your fridge whilst grabbing the mayonnaise and a healthy slab of butter to liberally coat the wraps you had been saving for fajitas.
Then he’ll gesture with his dirty hands in triumph at the mess of an open faced sandwich he’s produced, while you stare with barely concealed contempt at his awful face and wonder ‘why am I still friends with this terrible human being?’
Later, the next morning, you awake to find the vials of antidepressants kept in your bathroom cabinet have mysteriously vanished. You can only presume that once again Luke has mistaken your dismal flat for the neighbouring methadone clinic.