When I was in high school my art teacher specifically told me what I did wasn't art. That discouraged me from trying to get any formal training. I grew up on comics, cartoons, and album covers. That is my art. That's all the art some people know.

Then I always thought if I got that one cover, that one shirt design, or that one image caught on and I would be set. Boy, did reality slap the fuck outta me. It's a constant hustle. I sleep maybe 3 hours a night, and before I even get out of bed I push my art.

The last post of the night before I pass out is pushing art. I exclusively push my art with little to no commentary on http://instagram.com/jrockamongus . I've done over 40 pieces in the past month. Well over 100 this year. Still in a hole, and it started raining. Now the water is rising.

I don't know how I could be anymore active. I've often been criticized for being lazy, but fuck. Anyways, my point is life is hard. You see these people get lucky ans make it but it's rare. It's not even a healthy dream to have unless you are prepared for a life of defeat.

But people that have never lost aren't people of very high fortitude. They end up like our President. I don't want to be famous. I don't want to be rich. I just want to be able to survive and not have to bust my ass lining the pockets of some asshole I'll never meet.