A quick lil' Wacom painting of some rando at the Borders coffee shop. I really am starting to hate the people there. There's these two obese ladies who just so happen to be there every time I'm there and they bring there huge bag of crafts and trinkets and photos. They're basically bag ladies with money. Anyhow, they find it necessary to screech as many tables across the linoleum floor together and have there little arts and crafts time while complaining about other people they know with an essence of "why me?" in their attitudes. I need to get out of Gig Harbor.