Today I made a sketch of my inner monologue.

This is a sketch of my inner monologue. Please note that it's not a representation of the lesser half of my conscience (those guys know their place and generally keep their mouths shut; I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions as to right and wrong). This is just the dickhead who hangs out in my mind and gives me shit for not having a job. And drinking.

Today I made a sketch of a dumb scene kid with a cassette tape.

Attention scene kids: The only reason you think cassette tapes are so goddamn cool is because you're too young to remember how much they sucked. It's kind of like how everything you own has either the tape or an NES controller screen printed on it. Except the NES was actually cool, so I don't quite take so much issue with that. But anyway, to reiterate, cassette tapes were a pain in the ass, and your haircut is stupid.