Some old index card doodles from when I was stuck in a mechanic’s front office, waiting for my piece-of-shit car to be repaired. I used ballpoint pens, highlighters, and even a dollar bill—because fuck it.
The truth is out there, somewhere
Some old index card doodles from when I was stuck in a mechanic’s front office, waiting for my piece-of-shit car to be repaired. I used ballpoint pens, highlighters, and even a dollar bill—because fuck it.