SHERWIN WILLIAMS Locations

I’m trying to put this into words because I feel like I’ve been living in a fog for years, and now that it’s over, I can barely tell what was real. When we met, he was 20. A stoner, sleeping in all day, playing video games constantly. I was 18 and already a manager at a retail store. I had responsibility, independence, my own life. From the start, the dynamic was off, but I didn’t realize it. He asked me to move in a few weeks of meeting me and I had my own beauty room a huge house and it all seemed perfect. Over the next 6 years, I became his world. We built his life together. his career, his routine, everything. And I slowly lost mine and my identity. Looking back now, I genuinel...

\[Previous story: https://www.reddit.com/r/ZakBabyTV\_Stories/comments/1rq2pu6/im\_a\_sheriff\_in\_a\_town\_that\_doesnt\_exist/\] I wasn’t sleeping. I rarely do in this place. Either it’s The Girl At The Door knocking, someone screaming two streets over, or the roars of God-knows-what drifting in from the fog wall. Even on the calmer nights it’s a minor miracle if I manage more than three hours of shut-eye. You get used to it. That’s the worst part. After a while, the noise stops being noise. It settles in. Becomes something softer. Like rain on a roof. Like static. White noise. That’s what the monsters are now. Which is why, when the violin started playing… I shoul...

\[Previous story: https://www.reddit.com/r/ZakBabyTV\_Stories/comments/1rq2pu6/im\_a\_sheriff\_in\_a\_town\_that\_doesnt\_exist/\] I wasn’t sleeping. I rarely do in this place. Either it’s The Girl At The Door knocking, someone screaming two streets over, or the roars of God-knows-what drifting in from the fog wall. Even on the calmer nights it’s a minor miracle if I manage more than three hours of shut-eye. You get used to it. That’s the worst part. After a while, the noise stops being noise. It settles in. Becomes something softer. Like rain on a roof. Like static. White noise. That’s what the monsters are now. Which is why, when the violin started playing… I should�...

**Prologue**     A watercolor sunset, it seemed, to Farrah Baxter’s edible-bleared scrutiny. Such psyche-scorching pigments—shades of aureolin, gold ochre, madder carmine, crimson alizarin, and benzimidazolone orange—seeming to flow and melt into one another, a soup fit for deities.    Her knit wool beanie caressed her upper eyelids, pinned by the heavy black hood of a sweatshirt she’d “borrowed” from an ex-boyfriend. Most of her pink-and-purple-dyed layers of hair were restrained, which suited her mood perfectly. Earphones ascended from the sweatshirt’s pocket to her ears, spilling forth Mr. Lif’s “Phantom.” Farrah loved the song, but not her current circumstanc...

**Prologue**     A watercolor sunset, it seemed, to Farrah Baxter’s edible-bleared scrutiny. Such psyche-scorching pigments—shades of aureolin, gold ochre, madder carmine, crimson alizarin, and benzimidazolone orange—seeming to flow and melt into one another, a soup fit for deities.    Her knit wool beanie caressed her upper eyelids, pinned by the heavy black hood of a sweatshirt she’d “borrowed” from an ex-boyfriend. Most of her pink-and-purple-dyed layers of hair were restrained, which suited her mood perfectly. Earphones ascended from the sweatshirt’s pocket to her ears, spilling forth Mr. Lif’s “Phantom.” Farrah loved the song, but not her current circumstanc...

**Prologue**     A watercolor sunset, it seemed, to Farrah Baxter’s edible-bleared scrutiny. Such psyche-scorching pigments—shades of aureolin, gold ochre, madder carmine, crimson alizarin, and benzimidazolone orange—seeming to flow and melt into one another, a soup fit for deities.    Her knit wool beanie caressed her upper eyelids, pinned by the heavy black hood of a sweatshirt she’d “borrowed” from an ex-boyfriend. Most of her pink-and-purple-dyed layers of hair were restrained, which suited her mood perfectly. Earphones ascended from the sweatshirt’s pocket to her ears, spilling forth Mr. Lif’s “Phantom.” Farrah loved the song, but not her current circumstanc...

\[Previous story: https://www.reddit.com/r/ZakBabyTV\_Stories/comments/1rq2pu6/im\_a\_sheriff\_in\_a\_town\_that\_doesnt\_exist/\] I wasn’t sleeping. I rarely do in this place. Either it’s The Girl At The Door knocking, someone screaming two streets over, or the roars of God-knows-what drifting in from the fog wall. Even on the calmer nights it’s a minor miracle if I manage more than three hours of shut-eye. You get used to it. That’s the worst part. After a while, the noise stops being noise. It settles in. Becomes something softer. Like rain on a roof. Like static. White noise. That’s what the monsters are now. Which is why, when the violin started playing… I shoul...

**Prologue**     A watercolor sunset, it seemed, to Farrah Baxter’s edible-bleared scrutiny. Such psyche-scorching pigments—shades of aureolin, gold ochre, madder carmine, crimson alizarin, and benzimidazolone orange—seeming to flow and melt into one another, a soup fit for deities.    Her knit wool beanie caressed her upper eyelids, pinned by the heavy black hood of a sweatshirt she’d “borrowed” from an ex-boyfriend. Most of her pink-and-purple-dyed layers of hair were restrained, which suited her mood perfectly. Earphones ascended from the sweatshirt’s pocket to her ears, spilling forth Mr. Lif’s “Phantom.” Farrah loved the song, but not her current circumstanc...

**Prologue**     A watercolor sunset, it seemed, to Farrah Baxter’s edible-bleared scrutiny. Such psyche-scorching pigments—shades of aureolin, gold ochre, madder carmine, crimson alizarin, and benzimidazolone orange—seeming to flow and melt into one another, a soup fit for deities.    Her knit wool beanie caressed her upper eyelids, pinned by the heavy black hood of a sweatshirt she’d “borrowed” from an ex-boyfriend. Most of her pink-and-purple-dyed layers of hair were restrained, which suited her mood perfectly. Earphones ascended from the sweatshirt’s pocket to her ears, spilling forth Mr. Lif’s “Phantom.” Farrah loved the song, but not her current circumstanc...

Hello! Since we don’t have many needlepoint shops or any that paint canvas in store, I was thinking about making some Madison inspired canvases. Think UW, Stella’s, Dane Farmers market, the capitol, ice fishing, lake, memorial union chairs, Monona terrace etc. would anyone be interested? I love painting canvas but don’t need to stitch it all myself.

\[Previous story: https://www.reddit.com/r/ZakBabyTV\_Stories/comments/1rq2pu6/im\_a\_sheriff\_in\_a\_town\_that\_doesnt\_exist/\] I wasn’t sleeping. I rarely do in this place. Either it’s The Girl At The Door knocking, someone screaming two streets over, or the roars of God-knows-what drifting in from the fog wall. Even on the calmer nights it’s a minor miracle if I manage more than three hours of shut-eye. You get used to it. That’s the worst part. After a while, the noise stops being noise. It settles in. Becomes something softer. Like rain on a roof. Like static. White noise. That’s what the monsters are now. Which is why, when the violin started playing… I should�...

Hi Folks, First time poster here, recently acquired a CPO 2022 GX. Just the other day, I noticed this spot of what appears to be paint/clear coat (??) peeling off of the rim. Has anyone seen anything like this before for those with the dark painted wheels? I'm not super concerned about the cosmetics, but know if left uncorrected it will continue to spread. Once paint start peeling...Can I just go over this with some hardware store clear coat?

\[Previous story: https://www.reddit.com/r/ZakBabyTV\_Stories/comments/1rq2pu6/im\_a\_sheriff\_in\_a\_town\_that\_doesnt\_exist/\] I wasn’t sleeping. I rarely do in this place. Either it’s The Girl At The Door knocking, someone screaming two streets over, or the roars of God-knows-what drifting in from the fog wall. Even on the calmer nights it’s a minor miracle if I manage more than three hours of shut-eye. You get used to it. That’s the worst part. After a while, the noise stops being noise. It settles in. Becomes something softer. Like rain on a roof. Like static. White noise. That’s what the monsters are now. Which is why, when the violin started playing… I should�...

\[Previous story: https://www.reddit.com/r/ZakBabyTV\_Stories/comments/1rq2pu6/im\_a\_sheriff\_in\_a\_town\_that\_doesnt\_exist/\] I wasn’t sleeping. I rarely do in this place. Either it’s The Girl At The Door knocking, someone screaming two streets over, or the roars of God-knows-what drifting in from the fog wall. Even on the calmer nights it’s a minor miracle if I manage more than three hours of shut-eye. You get used to it. That’s the worst part. After a while, the noise stops being noise. It settles in. Becomes something softer. Like rain on a roof. Like static. White noise. That’s what the monsters are now. Which is why, when the violin started playing… I should�...

\[Previous story: https://www.reddit.com/r/ZakBabyTV\_Stories/comments/1rq2pu6/im\_a\_sheriff\_in\_a\_town\_that\_doesnt\_exist/\] I wasn’t sleeping. I rarely do in this place. Either it’s The Girl At The Door knocking, someone screaming two streets over, or the roars of God-knows-what drifting in from the fog wall. Even on the calmer nights it’s a minor miracle if I manage more than three hours of shut-eye. You get used to it. That’s the worst part. After a while, the noise stops being noise. It settles in. Becomes something softer. Like rain on a roof. Like static. White noise. That’s what the monsters are now. Which is why, when the violin started playing… I shoul...

Since the last article I posted here got a lot of fun comments, I figured I'd share my latest project. I feel like Day'ron Sharpe is one of the most under-appreciated players around the league, and that the Nets have him on a steal of a contract. I talk about his impact on the team, and use some stats to display how his unique skill set contributes to winning basketball. The article is below and also on my [Substack](https://open.substack.com/pub/mfsthoughts/p/analyzing-dayron-sharpes-impact-on?utm_campaign=post-expanded-share&utm_medium=web) if you'd like to support. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\...

\[Previous story: https://www.reddit.com/r/ZakBabyTV\_Stories/comments/1rq2pu6/im\_a\_sheriff\_in\_a\_town\_that\_doesnt\_exist/\] I wasn’t sleeping. I rarely do in this place. Either it’s The Girl At The Door knocking, someone screaming two streets over, or the roars of God-knows-what drifting in from the fog wall. Even on the calmer nights it’s a minor miracle if I manage more than three hours of shut-eye. You get used to it. That’s the worst part. After a while, the noise stops being noise. It settles in. Becomes something softer. Like rain on a roof. Like static. White noise. That’s what the monsters are now. Which is why, when the violin started playing… I should�...

\[Previous story: https://www.reddit.com/r/ZakBabyTV\_Stories/comments/1rq2pu6/im\_a\_sheriff\_in\_a\_town\_that\_doesnt\_exist/\] I wasn’t sleeping. I rarely do in this place. Either it’s The Girl At The Door knocking, someone screaming two streets over, or the roars of God-knows-what drifting in from the fog wall. Even on the calmer nights it’s a minor miracle if I manage more than three hours of shut-eye. You get used to it. That’s the worst part. After a while, the noise stops being noise. It settles in. Becomes something softer. Like rain on a roof. Like static. White noise. That’s what the monsters are now. Which is why, when the violin started playing… I should�...

\[Previous story: https://www.reddit.com/r/ZakBabyTV\_Stories/comments/1rq2pu6/im\_a\_sheriff\_in\_a\_town\_that\_doesnt\_exist/\] I wasn’t sleeping. I rarely do in this place. Either it’s The Girl At The Door knocking, someone screaming two streets over, or the roars of God-knows-what drifting in from the fog wall. Even on the calmer nights it’s a minor miracle if I manage more than three hours of shut-eye. You get used to it. That’s the worst part. After a while, the noise stops being noise. It settles in. Becomes something softer. Like rain on a roof. Like static. White noise. That’s what the monsters are now. Which is why, when the violin started playing… I should�...

Pretty much what the title says. We have a brick ranch built in 1959. The insulation… I’m not even sure there is any. Bread stored against the exterior kitchen wall will sometimes have condensation inside the bag and mold. The cabinets are noticeably hotter/cooler than the air in the rest of the kitchen depending on the season. Energy costs are super high because any heat/cool leeches out and direct sun heats the home super fast after our neighbors took down the trees shading the back of our home. Even with a brand-new AC, we need additional window and in-home units to be comfortable in the summer (coastal VA area). I initially looked at paint or some kind of sealer, but there’s a lo...