It might get emotional.
I had a fucking awful childhood, my parents are divorced and my father wasn't the dad of the year in any way. He used to trash on my play-pretend yelling that I wouldn't get a life if I continued making what I make nowadays. I was just an awkward awkward kid. Didn't have any friends* *I can count like 4 today* weirdest kid in the block. Because I dressed up as Indy, Batman, Peter Pan, and kids at my age didn't understood why I dressed up all year and not just Halloween and bullied me for it. When things were shitty at the school, at home, I had Indy. I had Bruce. Peter. Vader. The best hour in the day was bedtime. Alone with my movie/comic heroes (or villains, I like villains better) Today my childhood heroes are brought to life by me. What was pure scapism from a shitty life became my business. And completing this specific costume and it's props is heartwarming. A dream come true and a punch in the face on those who trashed me for doing it. Here's my Jones Zone
