[ WP ] Each of Bob Ross ' landscape paintings is a real place , the different locations of his countless murders .

`` Painting can be a good form of therapy, Bob'', she said as she wrote a prescription for oil paints, a canvas, and a few paint brushes. 
 
 I could feel the anger building inside, mixed with the unending torrent of anxiety. The last time I felt this was just outside Seoul, before the chinks mounted their offensive. 
 
 `` Where the fuck am I supposed to get this filled? Last time I checked, they do n't carry'sky blue' paint at my drugstore.'' Before I could set that cunt straight, she said - `` No, Bob - but I still want you to go out and buy them. I want you to let the creativity flow, and come back tomorrow. Show me your progress. We've found that painting is a great way to unlock inner peace. Paint what comes naturally to you. You're always talking about walks in the mountains - so perhaps you should start there'' 
 
 I'd been around my fair share of hippie bitches - but she took the cake. And I was paying her $ 10 an hour? For what? For a painting class? I decided to leave quietly, clutching my'prescription' in one hand, and my aviators in the other. 
 
 I painted furiously that evening - the mountain I had seen so many times before. But I found my memories fading. I'm not sure if it was the 1/2 liter of vodka I'd consumed, or if I just wanted to go for a walk - but either way - I went. The sunset was beautiful. Crimson red, with a dash of scarlet. 
 
 The beginner's art kit I bought only had the one shade of red - best described as the color of a cheap whore's lipstick. I needed something darker. Something with body. But where on earth would I find something fast enough to complete the painting? Doctor's orders were to finish the painting - and my next appointment was fast approaching. 
 
 `` Excuse me sir, do you know which way town is? I'm trying to get home.'' 
 
 After a happy accident, I got my shade of red. And she got her ticket home. 
 

