SHERWIN WILLIAMS Locations

  In 2018, I fled from the busyness of city life. I spent my prime years on Wall Street, dedicating my days to protecting the financial interests of my clients, until it broke my mind. At the age of 31, I suffered from a nervous breakdown. And as long as I remained in the city, my mind would remain broken, so I left. I packed up my studio apartment, turned in my two weeks at the firm, and moved into the very heart of the Midwest. Small-town life cleared my mind. I got a job at the local bank, and with my savings, I was able to purchase an old Victorian manor, in desperate need of repair. Life was good, exactly the change I needed; the neighbors were friendly, the old lady next door even b...

New to painting minis and got this from my local Warhammer store. Would love some feedback

Been looking all over for the "rare" Splashed White American Paint and finally found it. Didn't even need to tame it, since I stole it from a man at his camp lol. I prefer wild horses over store bought anyway. When I get to chapter 4, I'm gonna do the Angelo Bronte mission glitch to go get the Tiger Striped Mustang

Nothing thrives in Mid-town. It used to be a decent sort of town, mostly old people and a few of the quieter sort of college kids. Businesses closed. Cost of living went up. Standard went down. Bought up by criminal leeches. The landlords had never even seen the houses we couldn’t afford. After that, drugs got around. After that, gangs ran things. It was not the place for someone like me. A guy who just wants to do his little projects in relative peace. I knew that. I know that. I decided to leave. I did. But first, I needed money. I guess I could’ve gotten a job. I could’ve worked day in and day out for the hope that maybe, if nothing went wrong, I’d have the money in a few mo...

I used some hard pieces of canvas I got from the dollar store for the covers, the chain I found at the swap meet for a buck, the corner pieces and snap button I bought online, the Eye of Agamotto was from a necklace I got online too. I cut in half and painted some of the rune designs with glow and the dark paint, the leather my wife and I got together cause she's making journal covers, and the acrylic I got from a local plastics shop, I cut the pieces and glued them together with some weld-on 3. Right now it's still loose inside the book though. Im not sure how to securely glue it in there, every time I try to super glue acrylic, it fogs up

They didn't go to school that day because there wasn't anything to learn there. There never was. So they never went. There was never anything to do there either, some cute skirts but they could see em after an all, so Jacob, Stuart and Arnie did what they did every schoolday. They ditched to smoke a few bowls in the 7/11 parking lot where the gutterpunks drank store brand mouthwash five-finger discounted from the Riteaid down the street. They would drink till their filthy bellies swelled. Gorged. Their stomachs while long battered and well worn would still nonetheless grow upset after a few hours of guzzling the swill and they would spew the aqua-green/blue regurgitant out in a gey...

I didn’t think I was the kind of person who could get lucky anymore. That’s dramatic, I know. But last year was one of those stretches where everything that could wobble did. My job cut my hours. My girlfriend cheated and left. I burned through what little savings I had pretending things were temporary. They weren’t. By the time I started looking for a new place, I was down to a duffel bag, a mattress topper, and a laptop with a cracked hinge. That’s when I found the listing. It was posted in a small housing group for our town, one of those upscale rural places that pretends it isn’t rural. Think boutique coffee shops next to feed stores. Expensive apartments surrounded by emp...

Calligraphy from the inside of a cup. Found it in a thrift store in Kyoto. Got it cause it looked hand painted and I liked the look. But I'm curious of what it says.

I didn’t think I was the kind of person who could get lucky anymore. That’s dramatic, I know. But last year was one of those stretches where everything that could wobble did. My job cut my hours. My girlfriend cheated and left. I burned through what little savings I had pretending things were temporary. They weren’t. By the time I started looking for a new place, I was down to a duffel bag, a mattress topper, and a laptop with a cracked hinge. That’s when I found the listing. It was posted in a small housing group for our town, one of those upscale rural places that pretends it isn’t rural. Think boutique coffee shops next to feed stores. Expensive apartments surrounded by emp...

I didn’t think I was the kind of person who could get lucky anymore. That’s dramatic, I know. But last year was one of those stretches where everything that could wobble did. My job cut my hours. My girlfriend cheated and left. I burned through what little savings I had pretending things were temporary. They weren’t. By the time I started looking for a new place, I was down to a duffel bag, a mattress topper, and a laptop with a cracked hinge. That’s when I found the listing. It was posted in a small housing group for our town, one of those upscale rural places that pretends it isn’t rural. Think boutique coffee shops next to feed stores. Expensive apartments surrounded by emp...

I didn’t think I was the kind of person who could get lucky anymore. That’s dramatic, I know. But last year was one of those stretches where everything that could wobble did. My job cut my hours. My girlfriend cheated and left. I burned through what little savings I had pretending things were temporary. They weren’t. By the time I started looking for a new place, I was down to a duffel bag, a mattress topper, and a laptop with a cracked hinge. That’s when I found the listing. It was posted in a small housing group for our town, one of those upscale rural places that pretends it isn’t rural. Think boutique coffee shops next to feed stores. Expensive apartments surrounded by emp...

I didn’t think I was the kind of person who could get lucky anymore. That’s dramatic, I know. But last year was one of those stretches where everything that could wobble did. My job cut my hours. My girlfriend cheated and left. I burned through what little savings I had pretending things were temporary. They weren’t. By the time I started looking for a new place, I was down to a duffel bag, a mattress topper, and a laptop with a cracked hinge. That’s when I found the listing. It was posted in a small housing group for our town, one of those upscale rural places that pretends it isn’t rural. Think boutique coffee shops next to feed stores. Expensive apartments surrounded by emp...

I didn’t think I was the kind of person who could get lucky anymore. That’s dramatic, I know. But last year was one of those stretches where everything that could wobble did. My job cut my hours. My girlfriend cheated and left. I burned through what little savings I had pretending things were temporary. They weren’t. By the time I started looking for a new place, I was down to a duffel bag, a mattress topper, and a laptop with a cracked hinge. That’s when I found the listing. It was posted in a small housing group for our town, one of those upscale rural places that pretends it isn’t rural. Think boutique coffee shops next to feed stores. Expensive apartments surrounded by emp...

I didn’t think I was the kind of person who could get lucky anymore. That’s dramatic, I know. But last year was one of those stretches where everything that could wobble did. My job cut my hours. My girlfriend cheated and left. I burned through what little savings I had pretending things were temporary. They weren’t. By the time I started looking for a new place, I was down to a duffel bag, a mattress topper, and a laptop with a cracked hinge. That’s when I found the listing. It was posted in a small housing group for our town, one of those upscale rural places that pretends it isn’t rural. Think boutique coffee shops next to feed stores. Expensive apartments surrounded by emp...

I didn’t think I was the kind of person who could get lucky anymore. That’s dramatic, I know. But last year was one of those stretches where everything that could wobble did. My job cut my hours. My girlfriend cheated and left. I burned through what little savings I had pretending things were temporary. They weren’t. By the time I started looking for a new place, I was down to a duffel bag, a mattress topper, and a laptop with a cracked hinge. That’s when I found the listing. It was posted in a small housing group for our town, one of those upscale rural places that pretends it isn’t rural. Think boutique coffee shops next to feed stores. Expensive apartments surrounded by emp...

I didn’t think I was the kind of person who could get lucky anymore. That’s dramatic, I know. But last year was one of those stretches where everything that could wobble did. My job cut my hours. My girlfriend cheated and left. I burned through what little savings I had pretending things were temporary. They weren’t. By the time I started looking for a new place, I was down to a duffel bag, a mattress topper, and a laptop with a cracked hinge. That’s when I found the listing. It was posted in a small housing group for our town, one of those upscale rural places that pretends it isn’t rural. Think boutique coffee shops next to feed stores. Expensive apartments surrounded by emp...

I didn’t think I was the kind of person who could get lucky anymore. That’s dramatic, I know. But last year was one of those stretches where everything that could wobble did. My job cut my hours. My girlfriend cheated and left. I burned through what little savings I had pretending things were temporary. They weren’t. By the time I started looking for a new place, I was down to a duffel bag, a mattress topper, and a laptop with a cracked hinge. That’s when I found the listing. It was posted in a small housing group for our town, one of those upscale rural places that pretends it isn’t rural. Think boutique coffee shops next to feed stores. Expensive apartments surrounded by emp...

I didn’t think I was the kind of person who could get lucky anymore. That’s dramatic, I know. But last year was one of those stretches where everything that could wobble did. My job cut my hours. My girlfriend cheated and left. I burned through what little savings I had pretending things were temporary. They weren’t. By the time I started looking for a new place, I was down to a duffel bag, a mattress topper, and a laptop with a cracked hinge. That’s when I found the listing. It was posted in a small housing group for our town, one of those upscale rural places that pretends it isn’t rural. Think boutique coffee shops next to feed stores. Expensive apartments surrounded by emp...

The house has been in our family since 1951 to which I was able to become homeowner 13 years ago. I grew up in this house. My grandparents grew up during the depression, so my grandparents never changed anything with the house. So as the neighborhood expanded homes for extra space, my grandparents never did. They raised 4 daughters in a 3 bedroom with one bathroom home. But as I was doing the remodel/restoration of this house. I got to thinking, as my neighbors pointed out to me how BIG my backyard was since my grandparents never expanded. Also, and yes that is the same stove that came with house when it was purchased in 1951, I started to wonder. What happened to everyone’s stoves ...