Model Citizen

Save me from myself. I paint models day in and day out.

I paint them until there is a army of unblinking plastic soldiers arrayed on my tabletop.

I paint and paint, and then buy more, assemble, and paint.

Oh, how the time flies. See! Now I am an old man whose fingers are too gnarled to hold a brush. I stand up on rickety legs, stiff from decades of painting, and hobble out into the light. Perhaps it is time for a walk.