In the previous post I put up a portrait I did of my friend Dan. Shortly after I completed it I realised that we'd been sat in silence for a good 15-20 minutes as he read a comic and I drew him. Deep within me I could feel a jealous rage burning... I also wanted to read that comic, but I was too poor and handsome to afford one.
I concentrated all my rage into two small dotted lines which I fired at his head. He's never been the same since.