This is the story of a summer that is SHIT. And it's mine.

I know I writed in the last journal that I would be available soon. Well, I lied to you all. Included to myself... I fucked the deadlines up pretty bad, so there is no more holyday for me and I'll be with the fucking endless amount of work until the dawn of mankind, when I'll gladlo go fuck myself hard with a giant salad fork.

I'm pissed off 'cause I thought I could have august for me, for drawing what I want, as I want and as many times as I fuckin' want. But life's a shit and I suck at it.

Enjoy your fuckin' summer. I hope it get stucked up your rectum.

Modafuckas.