Miso's not a wee little toe nub are you, Miso?
"I is an opossum."
Dolly Parton. Wip, day 11.
(Click picture to enlarge)
Aramis, God bless him, talks me down from the ledge every other day, to every day since I started this drawing. In 11 days I've gotten drunk more times than I've eaten and showered combined from the stress of this drawing. I've gone a little mad. Madder.
I don't like drawing boobs. Nope. No sir. Don't like it. First of all I'm straight. So right there I'm not into it. Second, I'm hyper picky what I think is sexy on a woman. Hyper picky. I love big hair. Lots of hair. I love big lips. I love high cheek bones. And I love bustiers with big boobs. I think its sexy when a little boob jiggles over the sides of the bustier. Isn't that the point? And I love these things about women because I love drawing them. Well, sans boobs. I draw men for their bodies, women for their face. But it's my love for Dolly that I'm making this two foot drawing of her... and then I'll have Aramis commit me. Just admit me to a loony bin that accepts cats.
And speaking of cats...
A little backstory
I live in Las Vegas, where men whip street donuts at high speed in their SUV's from midnight to 2:00am because that's what reasonable men do apparently.
Just like some asshole broke an empty Hennessy bottle on the sidewalk at 3:30am, because that's how reasonable people dispose of empty glass containers for the neighborhood cat to cut his feet on.
Myself and another neighbor have been tending to Miso's furry little toe since it happened. It looks much, much better today.
Miso loves to sit on my drawing paper. You could put 100 cushy things in front of him, and he'll still sit on my drawing paper. Last night, early this morning, when I heard Miso crying in pain, I ran outside and brought him up into my apartment where I could tend to his foot. And like always, he immediately sat on some drawing paper while I got together a clothespan of soap and water.
I was going to throw the paper out, but no. I'm going to draw on it. I don't know what yet. But it's going to be with Miso's blood. Velvet Buzzsaw!
Do I read from Anton LaVey, while drawing in Miso's blood? Isn't that kind of how Chucky came to life in 1988?
That's two sheets of paper with Miso's blood on it.
I better chose what I draw carefully, eh?
Happy Friday the 13th!
"I is on the mend."
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