Blogging has been odd lately

I've become disgusted with drawing digitally (for now), and with out a camera or scanner I can't post much up. And in actuality I haven't been doing much drawing wise. I have mostly been mostly either writing or working on my stencil junk.
anyway, I am posting up an auto summary, of several pages I wrote, it's pretty hilarious, computers think different things are important than what I do.

“How do you do?” she looks oddly at the wall as if any second it might collapse into mind shattering shapes and colors, as if the devil lives in that wall. “I’m Henrietta Ignate”

“Is it your first time Traveling?”

If we could move seats I would, Henrietta is proving not to be the most enjoyable or the least paranoia-inducing neighbor. I don’t know the name of it, I wonder if it has a name. The man in the coffee shop, looks high powered, a hopeful member of the social elite, ageing now into obscurity. Pause

To the right there is a sports novelty shop, a small bagel shop, and restrooms. I take a sharp right into the men’s room and dry heave, with mucus and coffee in thimblefuls.

“Joe, it’s the office”

“Hey! “Son of a bitch” Joe pulls his coffee in close.             “You girls look like you had a good time” Joe shifts in his chair so he’s faceing them.

U75 is a wild time”

The first girl “What parts?”

The girls giggle again.

            The other girl “My Dad works for the company, his pay checks are pretty big”

“Ulysses Rutgers.”

            Joe’s Full name is Joseph Kincaid. I could just barely afford to live there and eat, if I sold my blood plasma, and if I toke advantage of local food service programs.