Kapitel 166: The Paintings

Daime is staring blankly at a blank canvas. He knows what he needs to do but he doesn't know how to start doing it. 

He sighs as he put the paint brush down and stretches his aching back. He has been staring for hours at that blank canvas as he grumbles whether to just buy new paintings for the tavern or made something on his own. 

Buying them is the easiest thing to do but where is the effort? Daime sighs once again before looking out of his apartment complex, looking for an inspiration. 

He even manages to convince himself to take a drive before shaking his head and goes back to his apartment. He flops down to the couch as he complains how lazy his brain cells are. 

"I know how to draw and paint! But why does my mind tells me to just procrastinate and buy the new paintings?! Fucking hell!" 

Daime keeps on complaining and screaming inside of his apartment, not caring about the noise complaints that will be sent to him after this tantrum.