I once saved a child’s life. She ran in between an automatic door and a hand rail like a little bean head. I held the door in place while her mom yelled at her to move. The child looked up at me with horror in her eyes, like I was the one about to squish her.
Whatevs. Real heroes don’t need to be thanked.
Had a brief period of time where I had some pretty silly dreams. I’d wake up and put them down into Paint, immortalizing them in the process. This first one was of a heavily armored knight in a dying wheat field, surrounded by giant stone statues. It was very ominous feeling.
Here is one where I was a werewolf in a disco outfit. I fought vampires in my old elementary school. It was rad.