|Thanks to our beautiful friends|
In the back of the moving van just as we had begun packing the apartment into it. Everything out of our storage space and my studio was already in. Our friend Ross is in the back with me and Marcus. Ross says to me, "hmm, smells like P.B. Blaster in here". I have a can of P.B. Blaster in here somewhere" I reply. Then I realize. I begin pulling boxes out of the stack, trying to remember where the box of lubricants and alike is packed. Quickly I find the box, saturated with orange solvent. I grab it and hand it off to Marcus to get out of the truck. But not before dripping on the floor, another box or two, etc. Luckily a rag in the box absorbed most of the contents of the can. But yeah, smells like P.B. Blaster in there.