The Melbourne Yell

18 x 24 in

I like to think about this guy having breakfast the morning he was pepper sprayed. How blissfully unaware he sat sipping his can of tropical guava Rockstar and nibbling a 7-Eleven Chicken & Egg Muffin, never knowing that hours later he would be clenching a plastic bag while globs of pepper spray dripped from his face.

Did he leave his home with the plastic bag?

Does this poor soul not own a tote? I have some he can borrow.

And what was in this plastic bag that he held onto it so dearly?

We’ll never know.

I also like to think about the moments after this scream. Did he release his intense Melbourne Yell, then mope down the road? How did he get the globs of pepper spray off his face? And, when he finally returned home, did he treat himself to another can of tropical guava Rockstar and a 7-Eleven Chicken & Egg Muffin? I like to think he did.