Last week.....well, last week was bad.
It started with someone pounding on my door at around 4pm on Tuesday. I work at night, so I was just about four hours into sleeping when this happens. I tried to ignore it but I guess they knew I was home because they kept at it past the point of reason. Was it the police? The crazy lady who picks through our garbage and tries to feed chicken bones to our dog? Santa? No. It's the lord's own door to door salesmen. FUCK. I don't have time for you. No, I don't want your pamplet. No, do not come back another time.
So now I can't sleep.
Speeding ticket on the way to work.
Later in the week I find out that my job is going away.
Maybe as soon as January.
On the other hand, this is my wife:
No. She is not actually a rag doll. Sorry to shatter the illusion.
Of course, I could be lying. This might just be the girl we keep tied up in the basement.
It started with someone pounding on my door at around 4pm on Tuesday. I work at night, so I was just about four hours into sleeping when this happens. I tried to ignore it but I guess they knew I was home because they kept at it past the point of reason. Was it the police? The crazy lady who picks through our garbage and tries to feed chicken bones to our dog? Santa? No. It's the lord's own door to door salesmen. FUCK. I don't have time for you. No, I don't want your pamplet. No, do not come back another time.
So now I can't sleep.
Speeding ticket on the way to work.
Later in the week I find out that my job is going away.
Maybe as soon as January.
On the other hand, this is my wife:
No. She is not actually a rag doll. Sorry to shatter the illusion.
Of course, I could be lying. This might just be the girl we keep tied up in the basement.
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Your job, dude that sucks...blessing in disguise.
I don't know what you're doing professionaly with your stuff...but get your ass out there. And this I can't do it when it counts bs...that's called a bad day...we all get 'em. We just don't talk about 'em.
Whoa, sorry...I just don't want to see a good artist get all fucked up for any reason...keep doin' what your doin' man...I for one love it...believe it or not it kind of keeps me going sometimes.
peace bro....
I would tell you to say hi to the wife, but I'm going to talk dirty to her my self...
again, sorry...I'm in a mood!
P.S. Nice drawing!!