I'll always be the bad guy... because I have to be

So, when a person stays up as late as I usually do ( not that often, but enough to start talking to yourself) strange things happen. first, we listen to the house settle, almost as if it is breathing. Next we find ourselves lost in the wasteland that is our imagination. And finally, we pick up a pencil and begin to illustrate.

This is my last one for a while guys, so dig it.

see you when I see you.

Matt Poley

study...fuck that.

yeah, so i was in central park (attempting to study)

I ended up drawing again.

[the shadowing was how it appeared on my face in real life as I drew it]

lately

i have been in some odd moods. don't ask me why, cause I don't fucking know. This is the result. oh yeah to answer questions:

yes

no

don't touch it

apple cinnamon

I would go see the doctor.

i like it.

i hate it.

you are AIDS

Retaliation

okay, so these in this blog here, really aren't that good. Just different things i sketched while in class, or in two cases (drunk at waffle house). but those were done on a napkin or two...

NAOTA

i did this last night...