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The brush hit softly against the canvas, paint transferring from the former to the latter. Creating splotches, then shapes, then a scene. More brush strokes. And then, a masterpiece.
Working under people who have no time for you. Don't care that there's no money in your register, don't care that you can't scan an item. Only worry about the face of the business and getting paid. At least there's the occasional nice one.
The days of endless gaming. Road trips where I would never be without my DS. Getting coins, levelling up and collecting mushrooms. An only child, alone in the backseat, except for my friend Mario.
Funny. Fun. So many guys I know. To find delight in something, to tickle the funny bone.