The empty blackboard bugs me a little. It has a bit of a dizzying effect being blank, but I think I could've made this a much more interesting detail. I drew these pages very fast - it was an intense process - and I was trying to cram in so much.
I get heart palpitations even looking at a drawing of a can of Red Bull. What a strong sense memory it is. There was a time where I drank at least one a day. Vodka and Red Bull was my favorite out-at-night drink in college, for its ability to get you drunk fast and keep you awake. The resilience of my 20-year-old self is mind-boggling. I try not to think too hard about what I would've been capable of with a good diet, sleep, and regular exercise. I probably wouldn't have been as depressed. But I also wouldn't have had the endless time and energy to obsess over my own work, tearing it down, rebuilding and refining it. Nowadays I do that in the shower, on a run, or in the handful of minutes between laying down and falling asleep. It's how it must be.