Damn it!

Back in the day, I would occasionally "copy" images and put them up on my wall. I'm quoting "copy" because while the things I drew were not original I did not literally trace the images off of their original source. The rushed pencil marks make a "copy" unique to the point where I called the images my own. They used to be good. I pulled off a self portrait that made my art teacher say "oh my god" back in 10th grade.

But now....

....I guess I need a little more inspiration.

Unfortunately, my dad threw away one of my inspirations last year. My awesome (imo) self portrait, my magnum opus, was nowhere to be found the day I went back home from college last year. It's one of the few things that has ever brought me to tears.

I wonder why I never hung it up. I only kept it in storage and showed it to people whenever I thought they were worthy of it. That previous sentence is a lie, I was always eager to show it to anybody because I was so damn proud of it.

My dad said he threw it away because there was no space for it.

I admit, I hated him for approximately 10 minutes after he told me that.

The moral of the story is: shit happens.