[ WP ] Your name is Vincent Van Gogh . Your day consists of painting , drinking , and dodging time travellers come back to show you how famous you are in the future .

Vincent Van Gogh was having a typical day. 
 
 After breaking into the seventh house to change the studio number written down he could finally go to the pub and have a drink. He liked this pub. It was nice and quiet and nasty enough that most people waited outside before coming in. He might use it for a few more days before he changes again. 
 
 Really, all the men telling him of how famous he was going to be were quite annoying. At first it was simple. Ask to be written down as another name, change the pub every couple of months, lock himself away for a few months. Then they started catching on. He had tried cutting off his ear, but then MORE started coming. It was all rather confusing really. Looking down at his mug, he realized that he had finished his drink while mulling over his thoughts. Casually going behind the bar, no one batted an eye as Vincent nicked a hat and coat off a hanger and exited through the back window. 
 
 It was a beautiful night outside. The stars just seemed to shine particularly bright and the night was just the right shade of sapphire. He might paint it later, after he was done with his poppies. Brushing off another person on the street, Vincent turned suddenly and strolled off in the other direction. There was a crowd of people heading down the street, and that could only mean one thing. Making sure not to hurry too much, Vincent turned the corner before entering the actual studio he had purchased for that night. Sighing, Vincent brought out his brushes and began painting once more. Maybe it was Paris. He had heard that Aires was a good town to live in.
