Can A Tie Tell A Tale?: Nacho King

24 May 2014 Saturday

Today was spent on the couch tending to my wounds and eating homemade nachos. Doritos + cheese + microwave = a happy Andy.

I am the Nacho King

I didn’t want to go any public places for fear of seeing anyone I knew. And it wouldn’t be as if I could blend into the background. I would stand out like a turd in a punchbowl if I wore a jacket and tie to the Winston. I really didn’t want to explain to every person I saw that I was dressed in a suit because of a VEGA intervention brief. And getting the “WTF are you wearing” look.

I. Don’t. Wear. Suits.

I miss the freedom of just putting on a t-shirt, pants, and going out knowing ill feel comfortable. It takes double the amount of time getting dressed than it normally would. Making sure that everything is neat, tucked-in and looking smart. The amount of times I’ve had to change my tie because of a small bit of toothpaste getting caught on the tip must be over 20.

These are some illustrations I did while bored.