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1998- I dabbled, a lot with art to relieve stress while I was at work during this phase of my life. I did data mining and telemarketing- and hated it. I felt a certain sense of agony being there and constantly being reminded of ‘the’ detrimental relationship in my life, but I was patient and working the phones taught me a lot of life skills to make up for it all. The largest thing that working there told me is that I had become exactly what I had loathed: A sheep. I was made content with a livable wage, but at the same time I felt a sense of loathing self-worth so small, I wouldn’t try to work anywhere else. I clawed up my walls at night, fearing the next morning and what would occur. Eventually I started crawling out of the sewer of where I worked and struggled forward to find out who I was.
This girl I had met at work was impressed by my pen doodles and wanted me to draw a comic book character for her. (I naiively was charmed by her and wanted to go out with her.) We talked about her favorite superhero and she asked if she could commission me for a drawing of Nightcrawler for her. I took the challenge and went for it. The drawing was completely out of my mind and almost 10 years later now, I think it shows. It was fun though. -And the girl? She ended up having a ‘religious epiphany’, and any opportunity I had for a relationship was out the door.