Amelia, enjoying a smoke in her man's shirt.
He's probably at work since she wouldn't smoke around him. Bad lungs you see.

I can't draw objects, a chair turned into some kind of fancy beanbag, I don't know. ANYTHING to free me of straight lines. Fuck chairs. |:l It was bad enough to draw the bed. Backboard isn't even what I wanted really, but I'm lazy.

Don't you just hate how things never look in the real world as they look in your mind. I need a better hand.