Still drinking, not so much Anyway, I feel pretty good about things right now, there's a small spark left, so be it. Anyway... I've changed a bit. I'm a bit bitter and a lot more uninhibited. So the story is, I'm drawing one of my characters at work I'm chatting with a girl This old lady I know asks to see my drawing I don't want to She finally makes me Now the reason I don't like showing old people my stuff is because of reactions like the one she had "Ooooh, it's nice, but why does she have four arms? She looks anorexic." My reply? "That's Zex. She lives on the cieling and paints with blood. She has white eyes and black hair and never wears a shirt. She carved ten dolls out of wood and broght them to life. Some of them kill people, some run the phones." That was fun.