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“Give me paint. Give me more paint. Give me! Give me! Give me!”

The psychotic artist needed more paint. He was an old man, a cranky old oompa loompa who needed more paint. For 60 years he has been a crazed artist, and continues to be one until he died. His name was Leonardo. All the artists who knew him well respectfully called him “Loonardo.”

I first met Leonardo sitting in the middle of the sidewalk during a cold snowy day. The running faucet dripping snot all over his scarf did not bother this old man. His sharp piercing eyes and fuzzy peach mustache might have left a bad first impression but the unkempt style made this foolish old man unquestionably the greatest and respectable artist of all time. But when Leonardo decisively took me under his wing, I was in for a rude awakening.

As I watched Leonardo wave his 20 dollar brush in the dusty air and gingerly stroking the soft bristle brush against the canvas, his bony slim fingers started to shake instantaneously.