This young man has a formal name. It's __________. Whatever you want to refer to him as, I guess only I know his true name. He's the narrator for my decidely gory and angsty book simply called Excess; the subject matter of the book includes the economy, work, betrayal, angst and self-hatred, and freeway fatalities. The title is taken from the narrator's feelings towards himself. He sees himself as a waste of time and space, and calls himself a disease. Excess came to me during one of the harder times of my life, and he's steadily been making noise in my head. I'll have to type up some of his cynical writings for fun.

But. This is my first digital drawing in a loooong time. I know it's not the best, but I can only get better with practice.

But, it's fucking two a.m. So cram it.