He told everyone to call him “Ion”. It is such a weird name, but he was always an artsy type. I looked up to him a lot when I was a kid. He was the one who taught me how to draw, paint, and play guitar. I liked to be around him because he allowed me to doodle on the wall.
He was an amazing painter and musician. However, it was not easy for him financially. He was a starving artist, so he decided to get corporate jobs to survive. And he hated it. He either kept getting fired or quitting the job. Then he tried to start a few businesses, from running a restaurant to selling motorcycles. He did anything to feed his family, even though he wasn’t happy.
This made him sick physically. His health just kept on deteriorating, until he passed away at a very young age. He was only 40 years old.
People said that he was just unhealthy. I think he just missed his art badly. He had not touch his paintbrush or his guitar in years when he died. This Ion was eventually deprived of its electrical charges.