I'm not going to lie about this. We were both fubar beyond reason on a few kinds of drugs (I'm bad, I know) and he just passed out on my couch. Well, I had the urge to draw him, inebriated as I was. Usually, I can't draw shit when I am fucked up on anything, but this happened. Mostly because I love him dearly (as a friend) and I think that shows in the sketch. Or at least, other people have said that they can see the emotional energy in the piece. I will say now that I still look at this and tear up a little; he stopped talking to me for no reason about two months ago... He was one of the best friends I had for such a short time. He was my first for a lot of things and I learned a lot being his friend and now he's just written himself out of my life. Again, for apparently no reason.
I can only hope our paths will cross again. Our relationship was intense... we were just friends, granted, but just don't think I've ever had such an intense, emotionally draining friendship before and now that he's gone I feel so empty.
Comments