He was angry, he was annoyed, he wasn't the happiest person to be around, he was Mr.Smith.
Mr.Smith lost everything, he lost his clothes ,shoes, books,paintings, and his family. He didn't like to talk about his family much,anyway he really cherished all of his paintings,but he always lost them. He didn't mind, but when he lost the one he cherished the most, he did mind.
So one afternoon he was sitting quietly,not bothering anyone,or anything until he decided to finish this one specific painting. So he got off his chair,and set off to get it,but he couldn't find it. He was frustrated.
He looked in the bed room, he looked in the dining room, he looked in the living room,but when he picked up the chair and looked under the rug he found something that shouldn't have been found.
It was old, it was dusty, it was his award winning sculpture of his wife holding his baby.He remembered that last time he saw it he threw it out,but it came back like a boomerang,so he put it under the rug.
So he got up in terror, and drove all the way to the biggest lake in Michigan and threw it in there,and hoped to never see it again. Download Chelsea.mp3