Bro. I.
Man
I was determined; “today, today imma draw Huey for good. My feelings for him are so overwhelming, i should really draw him more! I never draw him, even though he’s my beloved Huey. But today I will, today is different.” I thought to myself.
And there I finally was: sketchbook on my lap, mechanical pencil, eraser— and when I was about to unite the small, graphite tip of my mechanical pencil to the ever so uneven surface of the paper.
No ideas. What do I even draw. What pose. What is he doing. What. Do. I. Even. Draw.
“Just draw Huey” THATS NOT THE POINT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!














