So anyway, anger aside, I got a few fellows fighting my fearsome figment of foreboding and ferocious failures. Ugh, I ache. It's been too long since my hand has felt black, but I've little desire to draw the everyday sociopathic protagonist. I'm just to angry.
Not that I can do anything, nor can you. Hell, if you read this, that's more than enough.
Hey, wanna make me feel better? Hit me with an email on natchevil (all one word) @gmail, k?
Ugh. Peace the fuck ouch, yo.