Different parts of me have different ideas as to where I belong. My brain however, calls the shots.
I miss that orange cat.
Another loss in my family.
Too many people I know look at this place, and I draw too many things about people I know.
The lines don’t do it any justice, but Tahoe just may be the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen with my own two eyes.
Drawn on a plane. Two years of Doodles.
Drawn on a plane.
Sweet, sweet Florida.
The lone wolf eats his Thanksgiving dinner alone.