My brother was murdered yesterday. I had to get the news today through a rather morbid and uncomfortable phone call. Detectives and police have been called. He was so fucking young to die, barely even going on 18.

He'd been shot. I don't know by who. I don't know why for. But rest assured, I'm going to find out what's happening. He didn't die in vain. I used to spend time with him all the day when I was a kid, and he was the best older brother I could wish for.

He was funny, smart, and charming. Just due to adulthood piling on so much shit on me, I've lost contact with him over time, leaving whatever conversations we did have being brief and stagnant. Last time I talked to him, we were just having a good time at a local barbecue.

I've been crying for nearly an hour straight, and I'm rushing with so many different feelings right now that I can't imagine seeing the sun fall at this rate. But, at least I have you guys. Thanks for everything. I'll never forget much I love this website.

Obviously, no art for a while. I'm going through a severe mourning process over someone close to me, (closest death I've ever had) and I don't have time to draw funny mario images. Please don't bother me about this.