The young Mum recently asked me if I felt guilty about my infidelity and the answer is no. It is a good thing that I had fun while I was still young and the fact that Cara left me when I became disabled means I had a gut feeling that she was using me for my Dick anyway. The same nurse that yanked my pants down to have a look at my knob also told me that she came to the hospital every day until she realised I was paralysed and not injured and then stopped coming. It wasn’t the fact that he told me this it was the way he said it, like he was enjoying my pain. So glad that I fired him, what a Goon taking pleasure in my misery.

Saying all of that the thing that I do feel guilty about is shooting the Blackbird. As a boy I had a mate who’s Father had guns. We were in the backyard firing at targets, I kept hitting them, I can’t help that I am a good shot, so my mate started firing at the birds in the trees. Yes I hit a blackbird and it hit the ground but refused to die so I had to finish it off. That is what I feel guilty about. As a young man one of my Uncles used to take me Duck shooting and taught me to only shoot what you are going to eat or pests. I felt so guilty for years about this for years and probably still do. This painting came about without me knowing what I was doing. Not sure if this is finished yet?

And yes that is a leaf of bricks, between GIO and iCare I am being treated like I am still on the building site

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