Max Morisson is a misfit. Not extremely well adapted in everyday life measured by traditional standards of successful living. He is not employed, married, without many friends.
He is special in so many ways. He always gets out of his bed right foot first. He hates acoustic guitars (a freakish guitar string accident in his youth), but he likes indie rock. He doesn’t brush his teeth, only flosses. He does not eat red food with exception of red M&M’s… because he hates to be prisoner of his limitations.
He prides himself of being free and extremely opinionated. And he doesn’t care. If he thinks or feels something is worth mentioning, he will say it. Not just say it, he will spray it, and the more appealing the surface, the better. A parliament building, an opera house, a school, behind of a beautiful girl, if surface suits his purpose, it gets sprayed.
His purpose in life is to post graffiti on every famous building in the world.