We have been friends for a long time. We met at my buddy's, who shot himself in the head, funeral. When he first started his own business, he wasn't making enough to feed himself and he would come over for Sunday dinner. When his dad pasted away, I was the one who kept him from doing anything too self destructive. The painter who fixed it all, had to strip the wall down to the plaster and wash everything. It was on a couple of the walls in the living room and the wall going up the stairs. The whole job just smacks of fraud. I really think he thought no one would notice until it had sold, and he got caught. He knows that's why he hasn't gotten paid.
