Not an easy task to finger sketch at night.
What bunch of sad fucks on this shuttle ride. I over heard someone say, the best times in my life have been either playing videogames, riding my bike or studying. There is a lot to be said about getting out more. When you hear it from me, you’re in trouble.
Just sketching and moving my hand something can get produced out of it.
When I was a kid I wanted to b part of the Rebellion. Now that I’m a cog, I see the inherit coolness of being a Stormtrooper.
Finger painting… Not as easy as you think.
Slept like shit last night. Each time my jerked awake, it was another reminder that it was that much closer to head back to Tucson. There was no cool soundtrack to set the mood. It was silence. Silence, and the flush of the crapper again as my inexplicately full bladder had to be relieved again.
This is my new Bag of Holding that I got on my birthday. It’s all packed up with the essentials.
A quick sketch of my dad while he was playing with Lucian.
