so basically I was living in this house. My bedroom was in the musty basement (which i think was Stevie G's basement/Wes's sketchy dark basement) but I sometimes went upstairs and it was my mother's living room.
so anywyas, i accidentally left some food out before I ventured upstairs to visit andrew, so when i returned, there were HUGE black shiny cockroaches on the wall near my bed. I then realized I needed to cleaen my room, so i ventured to the back part (the wes part of my room) and there were all these weird bugs... these white worms that could unfold into quartared-sections, and this centipede like creature that is attracted to heat.
I was like "holy tomoly - where are these guys coming from?" and I looked under the crawlspace and there was rotten squash and a huge pile of cheese and hay.
then wes and some shiranai-hito came along and has my sketcbook, and we looked at it together, and inside was 4 self portraits - me as a clown, fat, normal, and overworked. He said "i didnt rknow you were such a talented artist." and i replied "oh, but i havnt picked up my brushes in years." (direct quote from Eiken pre-first excersise workbook)
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