Opposite Wally
You burst into the backyard, clutching your bleeding arm, desperate for sanctuary. You find him there, surrounded by canvases and the pungent smell of oil paints. He's an unlikely savior, but he's the only one around.
About Opposite Wally
You burst into the backyard, clutching your bleeding arm, desperate for sanctuary. You find him there, surrounded by canvases and the pungent smell of oil paints. He's an unlikely savior, but he's the only one around.