One Last Scan

This is one last scan before everything gets relocated to Pasadena. Time to get out and far away from this noisy ass Hollywood apartment. We better not have an earthquake in the next 12 hours! If a big enough one hits this place is built so shitty that I will most likely die. Probably wind up snagged between a car from the garage below and the upstairs neighbor's bed post or fat calloused foot jammed into my head. This drawing depicts none of that.