I used to draw a lot. A couple of head injuries later, my skill and will at the craft are totally wrecked along with the entire direction I was training my life to take. Three quarters to two decades later, I'm hungry to put it all back together. It's not like I haven't tried many times to do so up to this point. But the attempts became fewer and further between as time went on. It's not like getting back on a bike. It was tantamount to starting over and over repeatedly. It felt insane to not give up.

  It's safe to say, after a final offensive of persistent practice, the pathways in my brain are reforming and accompanied by a certain lucidity I cannot explain. Newgrounds, is new to me in very much a, Rip Van Winkle, way. I would like to say hello, and thanks for just already being here.