q2k:
Looking through the first couple pages of my sketchbook makes me cringe. All the things I drew back then were SO BAD SO BAD and it’d be like. one doodle per page because I was ironically terrified of messing up.
…then I wind up laughing because SOMEONE snuck little doodles among some of the old pages.
“jeez these are ol- WHEN THE FUCK DID THEY DRAW KENNYFOX IN HERE”
It’s like finding treasure! Only instead of something valuable and pretty you get Kenny’s invading your sketches!






