Hobo Amongst Artists

There's some exposition here, and by that I mean this is me getting a little whiney. I'll post some drawings later. :)

Sometimes I feel like the above title. Maybe it's because I don't own a fancy thing like a scanner. I didn't get "the job" that artists or art majors are supposed to get when they graduate. Whatever that may be. Yes, I did dream of fame at one time and thought I was invincible, and the only thing stopping me was time.

Now, imagine making a chocolate cake. Imagine wanting to make the best chocolate cake ever. So you hire a crew and buy the best ingredients. Unfortunately you and the crew kind of screw up on buying the ingredients and spent too much money. They also fucked up on the result of the cake. You try your best to touch up the cake as best as possible, and it ends up looking some what decent. But you and the other chefs are stuck with a pretty big credit card debt.

Kind of makes you not want to make cake anymore right? Or at least it makes you want to take a break. The cake industry doesn't look too appealing anymore. But you still have this little sparkle somewhere inside your dark heart, that you want to pick up that spoon and bowl once more. Somewhere.

Honestly, simplified, this is quite my situation. (T_T) I'm still stuck with that huge debt, but slowly chipping away at it. I have dreams of things I could buy once I save up money....like a scanner, an HD camera, maybe a decent editing bay. All still dreams... until then, I go to my (thankful) full-time job like a robot, quietly sketch in my sketch book, type stories about my D&D characters, and play World of Warcraft to pass the time...

Just a hobo with dreams!!