the final for AD102 was due today so we all tacked up our projects in the studio hallway and had a big ol’ critique. somewhere in the middle of it, an obviously homeless, shaggy-haired man (whom i had seen earlier washing his face in the bathroom) reeking of alcohol pushed his way through the group and began raving about the drawing in front of him.

“this…is reality,” he proclaimed. then he started talking about how he was “yo daddy and yo uncle’s age” and how he had just wandered into the building. after almost five minutes non-stop drunken ramble, the man stumbled away and (presumably) out the back door.