Etho's life was theater, he loved it, he needed it. To him, theater was home, whether he got major or minor roles, though it was mostly minor roles. Then, like any good twist in a play, everything changed when he threw out his prided work onto the street, discarding it like it was trash.
Art does not belong to me, it resides in the hands of the talented jnitial on Pintrest
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