Origin · 1 of 4
Spread. Smooth. Repeat.
Every trowel lives the same life. This one woke up waist-deep in a fresh pour, feeling heavy, and decided he was done.
Origin · 2 of 4
Then he saw it.
Right across the street sat an Evergreen park. Bowls, hips, and the smoothest concrete he'd ever laid eyes on.
Origin · 3 of 4
He dropped in.
Still crusty. Didn't care. He hasn't worked a slab since. Not for money, anyway.
Origin · 4 of 4
His only mission now. It's on the sleeves, the stickers, and the hangtag that tells this whole story.