Canadian Horror Show

My trip to Canada had its ups and downs. But the ups were really high, and the downs were in the ground.

I did this one day when I was feeling particularly homesick (mostly for the ocean). The big city is too overwhelming for me, and people really suck at giving directions. I pretty much only had a loaded backpack filled with extra clothes, a toothbrush, a comb, and a LOT of art supplies. Most of my time was spent falling asleep on the subway, being gross, spending the whole day trying to find my way to something, not having enough money for anything, and feeling overall extremely overwhelmed, frustrated, and underappreciated.

Also, I was aware the rest of the world hated America, but Canadians love shoving it in your face. I eventually started telling people I was from Mexico, and I received better treatment.

Some serious UPS! My friend's girlfriend was so intolerable that I left, springing this traveler business, all the way into a wonderful person's apartment. I've never met him before, and the only thing I knew about him was that he was willing to give me a spot in his bed. What I didn't know is that he was a perfectly fun gentleman, who I could trust. Because of you, I made so many friends, made so many memories, and regained some faith in humanity. (Also, your friends fed me. A lot! OH FOOD, I CHERISHED YOU THIS TRIP.) You probably aren't reading this, but if you are, you made my journey bearable.

Molotow markers
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Also, I've noticed everytime I try and draw an anguished or pained face, it becomes male. I'm pretty sure there's something psycological to do with that!