6.07.2007

drawing #19: speaking of the moon speaking of death.

6-7-07

WHEN: Right after work, waiting about for dinner and drinking a beer.

WHAT IT MEANS: Today was an amazing day - I got to work with a new kid who is adorably excited about everything AND who I got to practice my Spanish with, which was fun and magic like monsters and moonbeams. However, I may have to saw off my own thumb, which I injured while skating with another group of kids who came in today, thus reminding me of my own mortality and the creeping onset of death.

That, or I just like drawing skulls when I run out of things to draw. That's what punk rock will do to you.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i'm sure reading White Noise helped with the whole death onset business... i know it did for me.