…but my stomach feels like it’s on fire.
Bad sketches glow bass ackward in their own darkness.
Finally out of work, ’bout to sip some Whiskey and put together some ads before making up a sausage dinner and reading this awesome Megaman book Genevieve brought me today….
how awkward it’s been to have a weekend off and be returning on Monday. I can hardly wait to wish I was at home drawing… all I wanna do is eat pizza.
Breakin’ shit off last week for some old scratch.
Randomness from the work day, it still feels like I didn’t really accomplish as much as I would have liked to.
Key flicks, pick ups, loans, and tripping over things all day… sans apron.
you can scare them away by acting tall, but watch out for the ones with the rotting faces. They’re mean beans.