I had a dream last night in which another guy and I were being held hostage in a dingy room. Someone kicked in the door and with one shot, put a bullet in the head of our captor. After the smoke cleared, a lone, giant S.O.S. box holding a revolver stood in the doorway. My companion exclaimed something far too funny for any dream and I woke up laughing.

All that’s left to do now is color it. I’d like to find someone who’s really badass at that though ’cause I’m kind of lacking there.

Well, okay. It’s not really that shitty, but it needs a new battery, I’m sure of it. The battery I have now is already old, and this cold weather killed it.

*sigh*

[EDIT] ok so it really is shitty. It’s an ‘84. Goddamn.