It's pretty nice to have been able finish a project, despite, not having a job, covid shutting cities, and being homeless as fuck.

In my previous messages to you all I went into a few details about my job loss, and really feeling bad that I could not keep up with the demand, in my limited capacity. I mean it felt irresponsible to continue drawing when I had no home and was living out of motels, needed work, a car, a computer, a camera, and all the things that make a biusness like this thrive. With my family gunning for me, trying to commit me in an insane asylum because they could not figure out how to help me find stable housing....not that I really I needed them to...I mean after losing my job I just needed a basement for a few weeks untill something came along, but no, they had to piss me off and make me leave them all high and dry and say fuck that cause I refuse to take pills the rest of my life, have someone tell me I am crazy, when I am not, and control my allotted sums of state funds to the tune of 800 a month, just cause I happen to be homeless for a little while.

While I am here in Texas I am hoping someone will want to buy into the work. Several friends have asked me, "Why do I desire to sell my ideas, and share my leud works, knowing how hard it is, and unapproachable it makes you?"

Because I am tired of the pussy footing people are doing with sex, life, comics, movies, the world of entertainment as a whole. Why should people not pay for the things they want, and why should what I make, not sell? Sorry, profits make sure people are not homeless, starving, and begging other broke people for a pretty penny to eat a nice meal in a warm house.

A lot of gas, I know. Sigh, I met a friend in Texas since I've been here that has helped me along. He is very gay. A bottom and he likes the art. Not that it means much. But it's a start. Yet since he is gay, and is in Texas, he is afraid of his shadow. Hates people, and works at a Pizzarea during the week. Which is good for me cause that means I get to eat when I need to. The bad thing is, when it comes time to branch out and add more people to the team of dreamers that want more out of life than the crumbs given, his negative vibe will spurn others and completely fuck up my chances to make a go out of sharing my talent with others. (Why can't I ever find people that can play nice with others?)

I'm never going to hear the end of how I stayed up all night and ignored him, cause the girl-side of his brain felt ignored and overlooked. (I personally don't get into those kind of discussions. Nothing can get in the way of the art, not even lovers)

I am not sure how much longer I can do this no money bit. (I cared for an elderly woman for four years and was made to walk away from the job, with no referrals, no avenues for better employment, and a complete lack of appreciation from the scum who hired and ultimately used the fuck out of me.) Just had to get that off my chest. I am happy I spent that time pounding out art. I feel I have a solid enough portifolio to real!y go anywhere, show what I can do for them, and sell my talent to the highest bidder. Yet of course it's looking really bleak out there, with Covid, and Elon Musk wasting all that fucking gas by blowing up his damn toys. No one wants to spend money on Hollywood, Bollywood, Independent artists or anything when they are hungry.

I am hungerier than most and I believe this will keep me hunting but I'm at a loss as to where to go from here.

If anyone has any ideas, feel free to share.