This guy crawled from the very depths of my head, back in that old unused corner sleeping in an empty shoebox. He has the headdress of feathers and gives me a funny feeling whenever I see him. I'm guessing he's some sort of symbolic embodiment of some sort of rich, enthused part of me rather than the sad stuff you see all the time here. Almost like he's a manifestation of ambitions from the tropical colors. Am I trying to read into my own drawing? Yes? Is it even working? Probably not.

I should not be on the computer when I am this gone....