While living with a certain un-certain girl for the second time (because I never learn), I found out she wouldn't marry me. Strike three for me, so I left the next day.
So I did the most self-destructive thing I could think of: I ditched my dreams, and turned my hobby into a career (computer stuff). It sucked all the magic and wonder out of my life, and I've been looking for some way to be creative again ever since.
The robot thing was cool, but the game died.
Now I'm doing this comic stuff to keep myself happy. Seems to work.
Haven't been with anyone since I left her.
That was seven years ago.
I see all things on this ball of mud as objects and patterns. People who hang around me too long just get asked stuff like "Stand like this holding this book, I need to draw..."
I wrestled my 3rd grade psych report (they tested me cause they thought I might be retarded) from a meth-head relative while in yuma couple weekends ago. There's a quote where I said "I'm not very happy, just normal and I don't get excited very often."
Reading it made me feel wonderously happy and content. I kept going "heh heh, no shit. Wow." the whole time. Like someone handing you the keys to yourself and saying "There you are. Why not go for a spin?"
Woo! I feel better already! I feel so much love in the air!
Now back to photoshop...

Judge dredge.