Once upon a time I sold a painting to a crazy guy who lives on my block. I was unemployed at the time and wanted to put minuets on my phone. This was a painting I had planned to sell anyway. I had imagined it going to somebody who truly enjoyed Mario and might display it with glee.
Sadly this is not the case. I have recently been informed that the painting had been destroyed. This individual who is undeserving of even a codename was once a person I considered a friend. His intentions seemed shady at times towards both Swanky and myself. I still think he’s an ok person deep down but he might need medication or something.
Let us morn our dear fallen comrade.
Oh Parana Plant you deserved so much better.
And he even went on to say that he hoped I got a bunch of telemarketing calls with the minuets I bought. I’m not really that upset just sort of shocked by the fact he’s suddenly being so mean. Why so mean why? It seems a bit unnecessary but over reacting is what crazy people do.
What had I done to anger him you ask? He had asked me for a second painting and I was too busy to get back to him at the time.
Don’t get me wrong I think everyone is crazy in some way or another, but hurting other people isn’t cool and I’m tired of people who do that.