So I've been working on an indy submission for a few months,and after days and nights of working nonstop all of the sudden I hated it.Three and a half months down the tubes.Depression ensues.Art is fuckin painful dudes,no two ways about it.I love this shit,I hate this shit.I hate that I love it ya know?Dazed after my defeat by doubt, I went to my old stompin ground a few days ago and discussed the journey with fellow warriors in the struggle.The energy I got was great.Daps were exchanged,vows renewed.The throttle of awesome has once again been pushed to the max.Reinvigorated like Mum-ra with less ugly.Ronin stalks the land once again "hungry like the wolf"