It was my second day on this massive roof we were priming and painting, and Saul points to an addition that jutted away from the flat sections. It was a steep pitch, a forty-five degree angle. There was nothing below the lip, no gutter to grab onto, just a thirty foot plummet to the parking lot. Saul told me to take a bucket of primer and a brush and go paint this metal roof.
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