After crawling under the bed, after pushing aside papers and books, after looking through pockets of dirty jeans...after looking behind dirty dishes, behind bowls of tomatoes, amongst toothbrushes, beside the phones and alarm clocks, and in winter coats, I found a dollar bill. But, I was looking for a black technical pen that wasn't dried up...
and I didn't find one. Although, while on my quest, a bottle of ink and a new dip pen did appear. So, I burned the nib and set to work and realized that I shall never return to a Micron.
Well, maybe I shouldn't say that. Dip pens are mighty difficult to manage when one has a sketchbook propped on his knees while in bed..
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