Larry was in his mom's basement apartment, sitting in his room, listening to music by Sanity's Fall. He was painting a picture on his easel, painting whatever came to mind. Expressing himself with paint on the canvas. He lightly bopped his head, continuing to paint, taking a blunt within his fingers.

He paused to light the blunt, taking a light puff of it, exhaling the smoke into the room through his nose and mouth. He put his paint brush into a cup of water. He swayed his head some more, sitting down upon the mattress on the floor. His room was a chaotic mess of canvas and papers. He had a lot of art stuff hanging around.

Larry hadn't even heard the knock on his door; he was so preoccupied with his music. The music was so loud that it practically vibrated the walls and floors. Just the way Larry liked his music.