atomicgoodreau

good evening children. finding time to draw is a luxery now. and a rare one at that. i have some interview for jobs. one over the phone one in person one in writing and one in my dreams. terrifying. i tried to remind myself how to use that computer program dreamweaver today for this tryout job interview tomorrow. after making a huge mess full of buttons and ftps and htmls and then accidentally shuting off the computer and not being able to turn it back on i decided to just wing it. tomorrow i will make a giant fool of myself.
so night happens at 5 pm. and women dance and straight jackets come off. computers get smashed and scapegoats escape. low country memories. a new kind of dirt. the same old red wine. life settles in the dust.

a few days ago i drew this. still attempting to learn french by painting stories in it.



and the new command center.



so goodnight my little fireflies. see you in dream land. nightmare land. or real land.

love



ps. apologies for all of the misspellings and missing letters. sometimes i'm either not good at it or just forgetful.