So last night I had a pretty damn disturbing dream about a serial killer who worked at Sherwin Williams. The guy would murder people, bring their bodies into the store, hide said bodies in the paint freezer (???), and use parts of their bodies to mix paint colors (blood for reds, bones for whites, etc.). Every time he’d make a “person paint” – as he called them – he would write on the lid of the paint can, “courtesy of Cooltone,” which I guess was his self-assigned serial killer name.

It was…disturbing. And graphic.

Thanks, brain.