There have been several times- a handful of times, even- in my life, when my situation has granted me a crystalline view of what was coming. Always when it was bad news. And always when in pursuit of my goals.
The metaphorical train-coming-my-way, basically.
For some reason I always enjoy that. I’m not going to change course to avoid it, and I don’t think it’s even possible?
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I see this coming. Oh yes. I see it coming. It’s going to go one of two ways, and it’s going to be bad either way. I know this is coming.
What just happened on my art tumblr?
GOT THE BIG ART JOB I REALLY WANTED.
I CAN NOT PLAY THIS SOON ENOUGH
That is pretty difficult to narrow down, Michael. Oh wow.
Two trips to Baja, quite a lot of adventures scattered around the country, working for my dad doing make up effects, the Comic Cons- each supplying a myriad of hilarious shenanigans…
I would have to say it’s either the incident with the doorless shower in Mexico or the time my friend and I wandered through Pacific Beach looking for a friend’s house when all we knew was that he lived in PB by the boardwalk- and then found it.
Banana, watermelon, apple, grape, orange, strawberry! You can actually do it like this and get a more accurate picture:
There is no one, in fact, Mystery Anon!
Even if I were of the homicidal sort, I generally don’t hate anyone- there is a lot of room for forgiveness in here. If you are enough of a fuckwad, I just won’t have anything to do with ya. I think I have a pretty good system. C: