Even the frying pan cried.

I want to fill the walls of my room with stickmen – big, bald and all. I have three now. One’s smoking, the other’s drunk, and there’s this pair of conjoined twins who are terribly upset. They are living proof that I = never gonna be an artist.

Anyone wants to help me draw?

p.s. Man in photo sings like a girl. Painfully beautiful though.