May 29th, 2008

Sleep is a necessity tonight, so small progress was made.

May 29th, 2008
(Continuation from May 28th, 2008)

It must also be noted that these two men were both from this very town. It is a bit of a cosmic coincidence that the two most creative and possibly successful people born in this town should end up living right next door to each other.
So there it was, two houses, alone in a field. One occupied by an artist, and the other a musician. It would seem like this would be a perfect situation; two artists of different fields living side by side, each individually working on their own creations. Unfortunately, that was not the case.
Robert Barkosk was a man set in his ways. At his age, change was seldom and far between. Moving to this house was the most drastic thing he had done for several years, and it was merely a reaction to the passing of his wife. Every morning he would wake up at roughly 8 A.M (Sleeping in was a luxury he enjoyed nowadays), and would start his day with coffee and three eggs hard boiled. He would then smoke one single hand rolled cigarette followed by a brisk walk, rain or shine. His day would be spent with his music, the only true enjoyment he found anymore.