Soooo many artists open for commissions...
And what happens? Bro is on the hospital for heart failure and COPD. Our clothes washing machine blows out its transmission. and once again, my nephew steals from my mom to cover his debts and lifestyle cause he has the money handling abilities of a mushroom.

Joy. And. Fucking. Rapture.

And people wonder why I can't even lift pencil to paper except to work work work? Sigh. Anyone got a nice oak baseball bat I can beat some heads on with?