Restored Past

A long time ago, my dad told me about a guy that could get the data I had on the old computer out for me. The catch was I would never see the machine again, as it was going to be donated to a church mission trip. Having no use for a machine that I accidentally fried from the power source inward, I pretty much went for it.

Today, I got three CDs back with what data was on the computer. Turns out that most of the data on the old hard drive was corrupt to the point where I lost several files. I thought I had more than 3 Gigs worth of MP3s on there, but apparently my memory must have gone foggy. Still, I was surprised to see what was restored and burned on to a CD for me.

Something else surprised me too.

Among the random collection of files and MP3s that I found, I stumbled upon four images. Two were of James, and the other two were of a younger and more bad ass Bill. The pictures took me by surprise. I know the pictures are old, because they definitely do not look that way. Looking at them made me remember some good times I had talking with them, as well as all the bad times we went through.

I was even reminded looking at their pictures that these are the people that don't want to meet me anymore because I am obviously an idiot.

I then did a quick study of the pictures and found that I could use them for other reasons. I've been collecting random pictures of various models, both professional and pornographic, to practice drawing off of over the summer. I may call my model back eventually, but I don't want this to become a weekly thing.

In any event, there was a picture of James that had an interesting pose that I am thinking about drawing after my current project (which will be posted on this site because two people wanted to see the picture I drew recently with the model I had). The only one of Bill's that was interesting was one that could be considered child pornography if it wasn't a personal candid shot of Bill being Bill. I may copy that as best as I can and submit that to Gaia. After all, my fellow members of the gay community love looking at skinny and lean little anime boys.

I miss them, though. I'm like a beaten puppy that doesn't know when to run away. They probably don't give a damn about me these days. Oh well.