Hello,

Does anyone else write frustrated/angry emails that you know you probably won’t send? I’ve written a few in my life, and admittedly, one today. After that, I did this painting:

You guys remember that screamo band, Grade (like, circa ’99)? I think your friend Matt was into them. Anyway, if you don’t know Grade, don’t bother, but this one came on iTunes while I was emo-painting and I was taken back to high school. YEAH MAN, LIKE, I SO IDENTIFY TO THAT.

“This is a time in my life where everything is falling apart,
and at the same time it’s all coming together.”
— Grade; A Year in the Past, Forever in the Future

I started smoking when I moved to LA. I don’t know why I thought that would be a good idea, but after a year of indulging in this disgusting habit I’ve really had enough.

I haven’t smoked in a week. My lungs already feel clearer and my sense of smell more acute.

Here is a reminder of how it makes me feel to enjoy a cigarette.