One of those sleepless nights again...

The door crashed open as loud as a thunder storm! He had been listening to Nirvana and painting right before that. With a big fright red paint was flung everywhere. "What the fuck!" he protested to the intrusion. "Where's my fucking money asshole!" the stranger yells as he pins the painter on the floor. "Where's my fooking money, gaw gaw gawd, damn it!" he stutters. "Ok, ok man." The painter replies holding a paint bush, dripping red paint on the floor. The stranger starts to get up while looking around the small apartment. The painter takes a deep breath and starts to get up from off the ground by rolling over and putting the hand with the paint brush on the floor first. "Damn it man" half talking to his paint brush. "On second thought..." the stranger pause for a second,"how about I just take one of your paintings?" Wouldn't you know it? He takes the one that meant the most. Then as the stranger is half way out the doorway he stops. Turns slowly. "This is going to be worth a lot more once you're dead."