Quick!

Not much time today, influx of books (in the process of reading 4 simultaneously), so here's today's sketch (with a poem too!):

All the spaces they push you in, full of piss and full of sin. Ain't no love like a bottle of gin; you can't lose but you can't win.

I don't know why i've been drawing so many old guys...the Walter project with fazulak has tainted my mind with wrinkles. I think I just love the idea of aged things/people, the familiarity and personality gained with each blemish and feature.

Or maybe my wrist keeps slipping and causing crow's feet.