Sometime life is about a yellow shark named Something, being happy and trying to get back the keg that some poor motherfucker stole away from you. Sometime it is about being with your most precious thing and soaking / giving all the love you can. Although, at some point, it is all about not getting lost, not to lose yourself, not to drown trying to get you shit together and just move forward.

Sometimes it can be hard you know because not everyone got their generic 3rd degree burned physically disabled blind bamboo flute playing toes painting Morgan Freeman in their life’s to spoon feed them the movie life grand message and spam fortune cookie bits of wisdom like it is the next revolutionary penis enlargement patch, that would probably be award material for ‘Best same character played over and over since Shawshank Redemption’ category though. In those times it feels good to have either friends or booze or both, because it works awesome when mixed together. But when the fan really hit the shit, when all the world’s fucktards are on your back, when all the lights black out and you can’t fucking Mighty Morph your way out of trouble, there is nothing like knowing that your side kick stands by your side. Here is a drawing for my angel because seriously sometimes no matter how badass I look, I just need a fucking hug.

To quote a MDC song; Sometimes you’re happy sometimes you don’t but ain’t it funny how it all works out.

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