  Its hard to work. I find myself looking for something that isn’t there. Mom interups me and I have to do an errand ruining the moment I have the momentum. I wish I could scream, I could complain but what point will it be. She expects an artist to work with interruptions… she doensnt know what world she is living in.
When people are working pretty hard one can guess that they have a lot of things on their mind and a lot of concentration. My ability to concentrate improved at this age compared to what it was before I assessed my self. I was curious to what can cause my lack of inspiration… and I realized the lack of fun I have in my situation. I keep thinking things will be fun again when I’m with my brothers and our friends are with us too. I keep overlooking that there is a long way to go before I can have that fun. Right now I have to draw my first comic.
I get really pissed, violently pissed when mom ruins it and I can’t say anything. The notion in our family is “shut up if you don’t have a job!” that is wrong and I hope when I’m supporting my brothers I won’t be like that. Its hard, I was thinking if I was a simpler person I would produce simpler art and works that are not as sophisticated… but as a more complicated/fickle person I have more needs and more wants to get me where I’m going.
It I rely on simple satisfactions I won’t grow… I need the games, I need GMs as complicated and capable as the standard Bobby Navarro, (I keep forgetting his name… Pat’s friends who works in Phil Airlines and ran delta green) ,Jobert and Myself. SHIT!!! NOW MOM IS ASKING ME TO DOWNLOAD THE PICTURES, RECHARGE THE BATTERIES AND CANDY IS ASKING ME TO GET OUT OF THE ROOM WHILE I’M MAKING THIS!!! SEE HOW FUCKED UP HOME IS!! ! 
