this is a sketch of my boyfriend I did about a year ago- I never use black line anymore, I always try and use a color

After class today I walked outside and walked into a pole. A metal, glong-ing pole that left me with a swollen lip. There was an art exhibition underway, so the whole town and their moms saw. I fled the scene and cried in my car. The universe was so cruel; a young, beautiful girl smacked in the face with the cold pole of karma. I say this because I was gazing longingly at a man who is spoken for through a glass window when it happened. Harsh reality leaves me with big lips. Luckily after the weeping resided I looked in the rear-view and thought it actually made me look kinda sexy.