Some days you just feel a Lil’ Brain Dead…some days more than others, and others…more than some. Especially when the mind numbing repetitiveness of your day seems to inch forward with no end in sight and the project that you’re working on doesn’t look like it’s any closer to completion and you can actually hear the sound of the second hand on the clock getting slower and slower, you sometimes just gotta vent a little…let off a little steam. So what’s a boy to do you might ask? What any young blooded individual with a pencil, a Post It, and the thirsting desire to scribble out his frustrations…
You doodle yourself being brutally attacked. Morbid…yes, therapeutic…DEFINITELY!
This Post It Post just so happens to show two such times when therapy was in session. I don’t remember the particulars of the event surrounding each of the drawings above but based on my scribbles, they definitely weren’t the happiest of times were they.
“Troy’s Brain” and “Hole In Troy’s Head” really don’t need any explanation other than what’s been stated already, but I will make an observation…it would seem that when ever one is attacked violently to the noggin region…one must drool profusely. At least it would appear that way from the Post It’s in this Post It Post.