Introducing Ricardo

Ricardo visited my room one late rainy afternoon. 

Like an old friend, he gave me a smile on my face, he told me that I still have a purpose to live.

He reminded me the days when I was a kid, in kindergarten, dipping my paintbrush almost everyday in drops of happy colours, proud and happy of every stroke I made with the brush, no matter how the paintings end up to be like. 

I may not be really good in everything that I attempt. I am a Jack of all trades, but who cares. Ricardo doesn't care, because he arrived on the day I stopped thinking whether I'm good or bad.

Ricardo was previously a sergeant.

Ricardo is tired of making decisions. His frontal lobe is all blue. He has no mouth to speak. He only has some camouflage face paint below his eyes, nothing else. Just eyes, a helmet and a whole load of colours.

I love Ricardo. I don't care if he's not an interesting subject to be drawn and painted. I only know that Ricardo's Frontal Lobe can be abbreviated to RiFLe, his face can one day become a good album cover art for my imaginary music album, and Ricardo's Frontal Lobe sounds like a good indie band name (RiFLe sounds more like rock or metal).

I might be inviting Augusto or Fabiano or Stefano after this.