Back in the office painting the days away. Yet it all my end soon. The rumor is an engineer has been found for this spot. Hopefully he accepts the position. Then I can hit the road again Vs being an on site every day asset.
Money has it, I will be training him. If true, then I will be here for at least 3 months doing so. Either way the painting will continue at work, in the office.
I had to order my swim buddy's death last Friday. He would not eating, could not stand, and his kidneys were failing. I told him Doc was going to fix him up. She would get him back in the fight. He trusted me and I lied to him. He died in my arms. That was the worst thing out of all the fucked up shit I have ever done. The not sleeping, dreaming that never happened. This event got me there.