The phrase is often used by a MC gang with local chapters around the world. In this case is is about the local artist.
We have on an earlier occasion been addressed by an elderly neighbor here in the street. He asked us to come to see his paintings, but unfortunately did we not have time at the moment. We said to each other that it would be nice to see what the old man had painted, and today we got a second chance. We met him on the way back from yoga and grooming. I need my haircut every two weeks, and had one again today. Aaaaanyyywayyyyyy…
We came back into our ally of the main road and there he was. A nice old man asking us to come along to see his paintings. He had a lot of them. He lives next door to our landlord, with his wife. Or now as we know- “The boss!”
He showed us several paintings, and some of them were really good. He makes them himself with bamboo
pencils, and the details are exquisite.
We ended up buying two small ones, as we need to be able to send them back to Norway by post. They are signed by him, and will absolutely be on the wall when we come back.
Right now we are waiting for our dinner that are true and real Garage food. In our landlords garage there are to stalls. One for the car, and one for the local warung. Hopefully we will still be alive in the morning.