Sometimes my friends make me draw things… such as this fat dachshund in hot pursuit of a frightened doughnut.
Photoshopped sketch inspired by the Semisonic song, "Never You Mind."
Shaking my mind like an etch-a-sketch erasing…
I was born on Friday the 13th of January, 1989. If I were superstitious, I’d find it unnerving that I now work at the Lucky 13 Motel, but it was my choice to work here—not that I had a lot of options after graduation.
If anything, the numbers in my life are jokes to me, not serendipity. It is pretty funny to look at it that way. Oh, your parents died when you were seven, your face is a wreck, and you’re working a dead-end job with a college degree? Well, what’d you expect with a birthday like that?
Honestly, it’s my choice to disappear… to become less than I am, less than they think I should be. It’s easy to blame it on one trauma—the car accident—to hide another. People believe it was enough to make me both what I am and what I’m not… and it was. But the truth is, my power and my weakness came from traumas long before the ones my hometown knows about…
I decided a grocery store isn’t mundane enough for Mo, so she now works as an overnight clerk at a cheap motel. It’s the perfect job to encourage her drinking habit and keep her mind awake with dark thoughts as she watches people always just passing through.
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"Maybe in the Rain"
When I’m long gone
I’ll still always be there
Yeah, somehow, somehow
Maybe in a song
Or maybe in the wind
Or maybe in the rain
Or maybe in the sunshine
I’ll always be there
Lacey remembers a deceased friend. :( This is my favorite drawing of her to date; she’s finally starting to look like she does in my head.
I’ve been completely obsessed with this song and I thought it would be hilariously out of character to draw Mo singing it with a huge smile on her face. Who knows? Maybe she could be that happy and lovesick again someday… but she’d be pretty pissed if anyone caught her looking like it!
Oh, tie me to the end of a kite
So I can go on, I can go on with my life
And every time the wind blows stronger I will feel my spirit rise
I just wanna go away from here
March 22 - “Made to Break”
This one time, Lacey left Mo for a man, Mo left Lacey to
lose find herself, and the dimmer stars shone even less brightly for a while. Lyrics from "New York" by Blind Pilot.