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.
This week is a prep week. Over the holidays I had little time to complete anything or work in my room. So...sticks, sanding, and white glue. Not a lot of painting will get done. I need to get dudes on sticks badly. I have nothing lined up.
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.
He always want to hang out with me and paint minis. He was there for every hosted game. We open water swam lakes, hunted, fought together, hiked, and climbed. I flew his ass all over the world and he would go to work with me.
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Tomas
2007 - 2021 |
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