In 1997, my brand new roommate, Marshall got an operation. There was nothing I could do to quell his attitude. He picked a fight. The painting was in the same room. The Bixby House closed shortly after I moved. I had to move on short notice. The Painting was nearly lost; a county storage locker. The service provider, of housing never realized that sometimes people who have had an operation fight.
It wasn’t my fault.