He painted houses for a living, blue, white, yellow, whatever the customer wanted. He was able to afford to send both kids to college. In state.
He drove a city bus for 10 years. One day he pulled to the curb in front of the art museum and got out. He called it, Oh Well.
His boss wanted the 1300 page report, tomorrow. Here you go, he said. You're fucking kidding me, she answered.
He created the world, people, some such thousand years ago. The upkeep was minimal. As long as they brought their own drama.