The one I remember most is when I lived in San Francisco. There was an old homeless lady that I'd see everyday somewhere near my school, and she never once bothered anyone or asked for change or anything- she just drew on a little 3x5 sketchbook. So one day I was standing near her, in a line to get some of that sweet sweet taco truck gold, when she came up to me and asked if I'd like to see something. I said yes, and she showed me a drawing of myself, standing in line. It was really good to, drawn with burnt matches! So I gave her $20 for it. She didn't ask me to, she said I didn't have to do that, but I'm an artist too and gosh dangit her work was worth it!
Unfortunately the drawing wasn't sprayed with any fixative, so it wasn't long before it got smudged. Not long at all, I had to get through a bunch of classes today and couldn't find a way to preserve it safely
EDIT: That’s a really sweet story! How kind of you.
Never. I have always been the last one standing. Even in elementary school, when everyone else was knocked out, I was doing the matrix in order to dodge the opposing side’s attacks. They ended up running out of time to take me out.
On school days, I get straight out of bed. On weekends (during school) I probably stay in bed for like an hour. Currently, it is summer, and I stay in bed pretty much the whole day lol.
Do you prefer to eat strawberries plain or with something else (sugar, chocolate, whipped cream, etc)?
Currently, it’s graduating from university with a Business degree and Journalism concentration. I also need to be working on writing my book series, and I have an internship next summer that I’ll need to prepare for. I have a lot of high priorities, not just one. Lmao
