Memoirs of a Jakesha
A few days after I had moved back in with my pep and step mams, my childhood bed had broken while I was standing on it to storyboard (already finished comics, so like an ego storyboard). I put my mattress on the floor (which I enjoyed because it just felt safer lower to the ground.) then, I let my desk get covered in work, and kept drawing fervently as the tape those pages were put up with lost stickiness and my first heart song rained down around me.
journal entry from his pre final world war, work period, with accompanying photo of his “studio.”
in the future, hair will be so complicated, it will take entire teams of people to get your children ready for school.
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a page a day at
heeey thanks mang!
me and David liebehart
sometimes i wonder if he ever got that very specific model train part.
again again! YEEEEE!