Yeah. I havn't updated in a long while. Sorry, lost my muse for a bit there and didn't draw shit. But, new boyfriend (gwah I loves you Felix!) and new comrads (I love you fuckers on IRC even though you're fucking nutters) brought me back to my creative side.

Roach is my new baby's name. He's the product of too many stoners in one conversation. I was the stoner that volunteered to draw him. What you see of him now is not quite what the finished product may be. I just wanted to archive my adventures into creating this cute lil guy. I even gave him a back story. This may lead to a comic if I'm feeling extra productive.

Oh yeah.. back story... Roach works at a PetCo by day, he's an amatuer ambient trance DJ by night. He's got a good number of friends, probably a couple enemies. So far, he lives in my basement. His friends are probably made up of the mofos from #weed who helped make him exist. He likes pizza flavoured goldfish crackers, he's got a fish currently residing in his bong due to the confused idea that if he eat the fish later he'll get high. Don't try to tell him otherwise, please. It'll crush him to know the harsh reality that THC dont work that way. Oh... and he huffs kittens apparantly.

I figure him to be around 18/19. His birthday is obviously October 25th, he wishes it was 4/20. He likes goldfish crackers, his dealer, his friends, his 'happy place', and toy mice with bells. He's a cat, what do you expect? His dislikes are water, being broke/smokeless/drugless, the vaccuum cleaner, and when someone uses the spraybottle to keep him from shredding and climbing on shit. No really. He's just a fucking cat. A pimp cat. But a fucking cat none the less.

I'm gonna stop getting too attached this this character now. I havn't slept in like... ever. I'm full of coffee. Fwee.