My Documented Descent into Hell

But it's the evil that made me this backstabbin', deceitful and shady


I drew this last year actually, in May, right after I'd accidentally taken a wrong turn straight into Hell without a roadmap or GPS to even tell me I was there, and shortly thereafter my soul was sold as per auction, and then I was dropped into a small 2' by 4' sized box decorated with uncanny old drapes and a foul-smelling couch. I survived by living off of grass and the drippings from my own semen, and occasionally indulged at the sight of beercan. beeerrrrcannnnnn