I was at a coffee shop today, after hitting the comic book store. Skecthing away. I get up to go get another drink, I come back and my sketchbook is gone.
I can't believe some hippy would actually steal something like this, it's like stealing a fucking photo album.. I'm at the point now where I'm so angry that I am entirely calm. This leaves only 2 months with new book to bring to Montreal.
I wish a billion papercuts on this fruitcake.