It happened early one October morning, I was alone and walking. I didn't know where I was going, or what the force was that was driving me to walk. The sun was still sunken behind the horizon and a hazy gray colour painted the entire world as far as my eyes could see. As I looked around at the buildings I noticed I didn't recognize any of them. Where was I? Had I missed my turn? Was I even where I thought I was? I stuck my hand in my pocket and rattle the change...I pulled it out of my pocket, $1.10…Shit not enough for a bus. I kept on walking, it was too early for the buses to be running anyway.
Slowly traffic picked up on the road be
It happened early one October morning, I was alone and walking. I didn't know where I was going, or what the force was that was driving me to walk. The sun was still sunken behind the horizon and a hazy gray colour painted the entire world as far as my eyes could see. As I looked around at the buildings I noticed I didn't recognize any of them. Where was I? Had I missed my turn? Was I even where I thought I was? I stuck my hand in my pocket and rattle the change...I pulled it out of my pocket, $1.10…Shit not enough for a bus. I kept on walking, it was too early for the buses to be running anyway.
Slowly traffic picked up on the road be
The Native drawings were done as a work project. They aren't a style I know enough about to comfortably do more of. Thanks for the kind comments though.