I try to be delicate, but I have a heavy hand. Painting was never my strong suit. Stealing and lying come much easier. I like to hide things. I've always found simple lies to be the best. Truth only works among my brothers, who are conditioned for it. I still get depressed. I've learned to deal with it the best I can until it passes. Being old is tired and boring, but I never wanted to do anything anyway. Just sitting here all day.
"...that's ok, I still got my guitar."