a brief overheard monologue

I am going to make a drawing once a month and post it here. I feel rusty, especially because I can’t play iSketch (online Pictionary) since yet another graphic tablet died.

I am allowing myself to draw a couple drafts in advance, but I am not allowed to overdo it and, when I scan the drawing, I am not allowed to Photoshop anything. Prepare yourself for weird-looking human limbs until I can get the hang of it all again.

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Sunday before last was a narcotically perfect springlike day. I felt like I floated a few inches above the sidewalk as I meandered along the beach promenade in my town. I passed this trio (a young woman with something on her mind, her friend on a skateboard being pulled along by the presumed boyfriend) and it made me yearn for the ease/complexity of summertime.