I Wanna Draw Somthing But I Don't Know Which One

(sorry for my bad english, I'm chilean and I don't speak so well :3)

HI EVANNNNN!! I just wanted to say that your artwork is absolutely MAJESTIC!

My dad and I really love all of your artwork, we find your style so cool! I love all of your creations :33 (I could say that I am a big fan of yours hehe)

idk if someone already make this question, but i'll ask it anyways

well, I wanted to ask what's your opinion of each of the guys at the Eltingville Club? Would you be their friend or hate them? And who do you hate the most!

and that's it. thank you evan :3

Thanks for the kind words about my work, glad you and your Dad enjoys it. I only like Jerry, of the group. The rest are the worst aspects of fan behavior, including my own, as well as just plain awful social behavior (including my own, mostly when I was younger). Bill is a sociopath by the end (a misogynistic, misanthropic, homophobic, etc thief, liar, toxic, in need of anger management, etc etc etc), Pete is a predator of vulnerable women (he embodies the fan-turned-professional who uses their power to exploit others) and Josh is, like the others, immature, emotionally stunted, lacks empathy, doesn't take responsibility for his behavior but also probably clinically paranoid and filled with self-loathing that he turns outward towards others. Jerry is the only one who was self-reflexive and tried to make his life better for himself and those around him. The others are trash and there's a reason they never had any other actual friends. I hate Bill and Pete the most. I lived with them a long time. Luckily they're comic book characters.

finger lickin good, or whatever they said

James vocals on Loverman !!

AHH BILL, I LUV HIM:33

buncha Bill screenshot doodles that ima try finishing later cause … ohh how i love the eltingville club

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james turns into a hot chick

That Hetfield dude

a detail on something I'm working on but most likely will never finish

i love this so much, stop

James in the early '80s makes me think of a Californian summer I never lived, yet somehow feel as if it's mine.

A warm season, suspended in time, made of slow, bright days when everything seemed possible.

I picture him in those endless days, under a sun that never seems to set, skin tasting of salt and beer, music flowing effortlessly from a worn-out guitar, surrounded by his friends.

A long, electrifying summer, lived all in one breath. Evenings spent talking about everything and nothing, lying on a rooftop or in the sand, eyes fixed on a sky that feels too vast to hold. Orange sunsets, soft laughter, dreams whispered under breath.

I miss a summer like that, even if maybe I never really lived it.

When I didn't like Metallica I thought that now it's boring because it's rock and not metal (I was stupid fr😞) and I told my mom who ABSOLUTELY loves Metallica: "Mom, Metallica is no longer metal now it's rock and it's boring" my mom looked at me and said, "Shut up, don't mess with Metallica, dumbass."

she look at me like james 😭🙏