This is an old drawing I did of my Dad. It’s so old that you can see it’s managed to get crumpled up, ripped and even has some food stains on it.

While it looks like him even still today, understand that I drew this over twenty years ago during my angsty teen phase. This is his so-tired-after-work-I-can-barely-keep-my-eyes-open expression. Which I understand a lot better now than I did when I drew it. I love you, Dad.



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