You can’t go wrong with the traditional at Halloween. The jack o lanterns, the ghosts, the goblins, the Frankensteins. I mean that’s what holidays are for, the traditional. To make us feel that sweet sense of nostalgia. To make us feel like a kid again. So I’m not the least bit ashamed at my dorky drawings. The fact that Frankenstein’s mask looks like a gorilla Frankenstein. But whatever. I’ve always drawn shitty and I still keep doing it anyway. I mean mushy… I always think squashed up shit. I mean for an attractive woman it would be cute ‘n quirky, but for someone like me, it’s like shit ass weirdo. Like dirt bag weird, not cutesy weird that people find cool. Ugh let me tell you the most embarrassing story that should have made me quit art for good.

I was volunteering at the fall fest at our high school, I myself a high school student at the time. And for whatever reason, or that I just wasn’t good at all at painting on faces, I just couldn’t remember how to draw. Or to even spell for that matter. My ghosts look like floating white blobs on a face, the butterflies…I’m pretty sure made a girl cry. But the worst, the WORST was a boy wanted me to write 2 PAC on his face. And I wrote 2 PAK. 2PAK. I realized after that I spelled it wrong and didn’t want to show the boy his face paint. But that kid walked around the fall fest with 2 PAK on his face the whole night. He probably got his face laughed at all night. I remember it to this day. And sometimes at night when I can’t sleep I think about that and crack up but also wonder why the hell I still draw. I’ve done a lot of dumb shit, misslepelled things. I did that one on purpose. But events words I’ve gotten the meaning wrong. So I’m a mushy dumb weirdo. But don’t stop! Don’t quit!

I guess. All you spooky weirdos have a good Halloween!