I got really bummed today at work. I have this bad habbit of thinking when i am working alone. So there I was working, more or less, alone, and I started thinking about my life. I started thinking about where I am, where I was, where I could be. Those who have hurt me, those that I have helped. Those who have broken my heart and those hearts that I have broken. I came to the conclusion that I was getting old. That is a drag!
sickboy1945:
i feel like a Chuck Close painting. not one of those early portraits, but one of the newer ones that is made up of a bunch of colored squares that when seen from a distance make a perfect portrait 