You find weird stuff when packing. For instance, peer pressure collecting cards and the most 90s looking fanny pack you ever did see.

I need to get over my artist’s anxiety.

Though in my defense, life drawing at the Reno bus center is like life drawing in the Mos Eisley cantina: it’s the best place to find a wide variety of incredibly interesting looking people…and the to find the kind of folks that might kill you if you look at them funny.

I’ve been driven out of my room by boxes and junk, in the process of moving (turns out it’s Miami). So naturally my first night on the couch includes a spontaneous blackout.

Okay tumblr, I guess this is the English language now then.

Sure.

You win. 

“Ian, are you having an attack?”

“It’s like they’re trying to tell me something!”

Work It Out!

Well, he looked like him.

I need a glass of ink!

And water, because also I’m thirsty.

Maybe this wasn’t the best night to wear my black t-shirt….