"oh, is that us, sleeping near a dumptser?"

i drew the dumpster first, and then my ghosty bedmate later. okay?

sometimes my drawings call to my attention things that i need to focus more on in my life.

really, cause, come on. they're like, easily one of the best snacks.

well, whether or not i admit it, i can't change it. nor do i want to.

sometimes my life feels like it was constructed the way this house was built.

really, getting fixed up never works.

i didn't make this choice, or maybe i made this choice.

my sweet grandpa, and some barns in upstate new york.