“You’re too old for the ride. hold on now, my pugachev’s the best, and you’ll break your damn hip or you’ll crush your skull on the ground, shattering like porcelain your grandfather bought for his lovely wife on the day she turned twenty-eight”
One of those quick self-portraits with my “holy shit I’m getting paid for drawing a lot of blood and wounds, how messed up is that?” face.
:) [please don’t judge me haha]