2026-04-19, 08:49 PM - Word count:
A happy little cloud there, a pretty tree there, a whole forest of happy mistakes, but it wasn't enough. Bob Ross knew that ever since he had reincarnated in Vietnam that something key was missing from his life; beyond the fact that apparently reincarnation was real, he hadn't believed in it, but it had believed in him. It wasn't just painting other things than landscapes; thought that had proven harder to do than he had thought; he had mastered it after he had turned 22. He needed something faster paced; something more exciting, perhaps Soccer.
Soccer was by far the most popular sport in Vietnam and he had found a league that included others that were a little strange like him; he saw one guy that looked like belong in a cartoon and resolved that perhaps the sport would be a good home for him. Perhaps here he could find that little something that had been missing in his life AND become a better painter than he had been in his former life. He would be the best defender he could be and would resolve; like he had when he had left the airforce to not raise his voice and just try to be a good team mate.
But first; perhaps he could paint a quick mountainscape; yes, as a treat.
Soccer was by far the most popular sport in Vietnam and he had found a league that included others that were a little strange like him; he saw one guy that looked like belong in a cartoon and resolved that perhaps the sport would be a good home for him. Perhaps here he could find that little something that had been missing in his life AND become a better painter than he had been in his former life. He would be the best defender he could be and would resolve; like he had when he had left the airforce to not raise his voice and just try to be a good team mate.
But first; perhaps he could paint a quick mountainscape; yes, as a treat.
