It WAS A Good Day...

Yeah, so my weekend now starts on Monday. Which is alright, I guess.

So Monday night, I roll over to my Dogg's place, and we jam on some Guitar Hero, pounding back the forties, even smoking a little somethin' somethin'. I passed out. Hard. Straight back onto my boi's patio. We had a good laugh about it after. It was a good day.

Fast forward to last night, back at the slave pits (aka Denny's), when from 10pm until 1am it was busy. Didn't start my prep work until one (which SUXX!); didn't finish, because at 3:30, while dicing bacon, I sliced off about half of the fingernail of my left index finger. It still throbs, and it's hard to type with my finger wrapped in thick gauze. The bleeding was hard to stop, but my girl Venassa was there to help. She was a rock. Huge props to her.

Well, hard to type, getting sleepy from the bloodloss, so time to go. Art below.

L8r, g8rs!

I Know Kung-Fu

'Sup, y'all.

News: Not much really. Work (sucks), sleep, work, sleep, ad infinitum, ad nauseum. Got Guitar Hero I & II, so I've been rocking out when I can. Drawing again. New stuff up soon. Need a vacation. I'm getting sick of the Slave Pit (aka Denny's), but I don't want to quit, so I NEED a break. Just gotta talk to the Powers That Be first. Maybe tomorrow, when I figure out when I want a break.

I want to start a webcomic soon, but I have too many ideas in my oversized head. I'm going to start writing them down, then narrow my choices down to one (or two). More as it develops.

Now, more old sketches. I wonder if I have any left.