coma kid

Currently Listening: High Times - Elliott Smith
Media: mechanical pencil (.5), photoshop

I made up my mind and I don't mind saying so
I went to meet you at Central Square
And when I couldn't find you there
I went walking around the city some more
People watching with a cold blank stare
And I saw your face in everyone, I swear!
Seems I never get your kick quite right
I was walking slow to a dirty dive
I'm so sick and tired tryin' to change your mind
When it's so easy to disconnect mine!

High times!
High times!
High times!
Yeah, I feel fine!

High times!
High times!
High times!
Man, I feel fine!

You know that feeling when you're listening to a song at four in the morning and the fact that its lyrics match your character perfectly hits you in the face like a vat of hot lard? No? Just me? Well this is Kelley Ross if you haven't met him before. He's about eighteen here, when he just started getting into drugs and alcohol and the like because his dad would say mean things to him. Like, that he was a miserable failure and a pathetic person, that his parents should've aborted him when they had the chance, that he poisoned his mother's womb (he was the only one in his litter that was born alive). You know, typical asshole father stuff. After a while, he started to believe that he was a pathetic, bumbling imbecile and that made him depressed and I guess this story has been told a million different times in a million different ways. x:

Anyways just looking at the lyrics doesn't do the song enough credit, listen to it because Elliott Smith is/was a genius and a poet and you are doing yourself a great disservice if you aren't listening to his music at every given second of your life like I am: http://search.playlist.com/tracks/High%2520Times%2520Elliott%2520Smith (just click on the play triangle next to High Times, lawl)

Insane Elliott Smith fan drooling aside, this was done during class, so no worries for those people I'm doing trades with. I just wanted to prove that I was still alive before I finally finished my next half.

Kelley, art are mine