Day 283: The Death (or Suicide) of Kenny McCormick

Today it’s Frida Kahlo, which was an unknown personality to me until this very day. So unknown I had to reconcile this lack of knowledge of her by recreating one of her works, which includes another person I don’t know, but with Kenny. Yes, they killed Kenny, and yes, they are bastards. This was one hell of work, I am rather proud of the result (although admittedly it could have been better). What went really well today was backgrounds — all of them were appropriately done. It’s almost 10 pm, so I think I won’t write anything more. Not like anything important happened today.

Also, apparently I’m a Marxist because I like bikes. For my defence, I eat almost only meat and dairy products — no vegetarian heresy, no way.