Uh. So wow. I took a look at some old sketchbooks and . . . boy, I used to suck some major ass at drawing. I mean, I still suck now, but that's mostly due to lack of practice and lack of time, so I rush shit. I mean, seriously, I will say one good thing. Most people I know that draw shit put up about ~5% of what they churn out because most of it sucks, according to them. And they spend many, many hours on some things they work on. For me, pretty much everything you see up here is everything I've drawn in the past how ever many years I've been on here. And there are really long breaks between when I actually do draw anything, so I almost always have to relearn what the hell I'm doing on every picture. And the time I devote to these things would probably be better measured in minutes. Not that it might not take me over an hour, but probably not much more than that. I just have no patience/time.

But god, this shit I drew back when I was like, I don't know, 11-12? God, I sat there trying to put myself back into the frame of mind, and it just doesn't make any sense to me how I wouldn't have just burned the damn pages when I got done. I mean, typically I find old stuff I've done and am pretty impressed. I find old things I wrote going back to when I was like fucking 7 and I'm like, "wow, what the fuck happened to me? The alcohol must've just fucking fried my brain! Why is my child self giving me an inferiority complex?!"

But if there is one thing I can lord over my child self when the time machine is eventually invented is that I was visually retarded back in the day.