And this beast is done. I’ve never built any sort of display before, but I’m 90% happy on how it turned out. Tomorrow it’s on to putting the book design together and printing this fucking thing.

I’ve never wondered why I have no friends in life. The fact is that I’m a complete asshole and even if I really like you as a person, ask you to be a groomsman in my wedding & have had meaningful conversations about life with you…at some point I decide to do shit like this.

Editors Note: I actually really do like Brandon and consider him a good friend. So all of you people on Facebook who don’t get us smashing each other, fuck off.

Oh and here’s today’s Daily Sketch–again you can catch these daily by adding me on Instagram (Noir Amador, duh!)

I’m not sure what I did at work, but I’ve really screwed up my middle finger. It hurts like a sonuva bitch when I hold a pencil for longer than 10 mins, which is why you’re not getting the rest of Ben Smash! and instead a drawing from my Field Notes sketchbook. I’m gonna take a little time off with actually drawing pages to hopefully heal this shit. It’s been nagging for three weeks now. I’m hoping it’s nothing that’s too bad. yeeesh.

Anyways I’ve been on an Instagram kick lately, so add me if you’ve got it. Noir Amador is the handle. Because I’m clever.

There is nothing more ridiculous than a 30 year old man wearing clothes that children should be wearing. Save your brightly covered graphic, blood splattered cage fighting, ironic, cartoon character T-Shirts for teenage cunts that find that shit appealing. I’m on some grown man shit. Time to grow up, buy a watch, button up your shirts and tighten up your belt because like Hova said:

“And i don’t wear jerseys I’m thirty plus/Give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups”