[ So I’m getting rid of a bunch of old shit today. From my room. and this is my old college art institute supply bag, which is like 6 years old. I can’t wait to find out what kind of horrors I’m gonna find in- (pulls out the foot and starts laughing) I keep- I keep finding these disembodied feet! What the fuck?! (Not laughing anymore) Probably pawn these off to someone with a foot fetish. Found like $50 worth of sculpey. The fuck do I look like, an architect? Oh that’s nice, all this charcoal exploded! Definitely not putting that on my carpet! I gotta be straight with you. I don’t even remember what Gesso’s even for! This is like a full bottle! Like my--oh! oops! And look. I’ve got all these fancy acrylics. I’m not gonna use any of these! All these supplies probably cost more than my college tuition! Looks like my beagle found the 10 year old goldfish cracker crumbs. (Laughs) Thanks buddy, now I don’t have to vacuum! (coughs) Oh my god oh my god. oh god. The (more I breathe in?) the more charcoal dust comes billowing out! Oh my god oh (continues to cough) I’m gonna be the first artist to die of black lung! (normal voice) Oh god. Oh god. What’s in here. Thousands of dollars in college tuition for a formal art education. And what did I do? Shitty anime and memes. Oh god there’s titty in here! Oh god there’s titty in here! (starts laughing) I can’t believe I (laughing) I’m crying (keeps laughing until the end) What I learned from art school is... Sonic!... and titties! Thank you Art institute of Seattle, for your quality education. (laughing) This is why I’m living at home at 27 years old, wearing a snuggie! ]