last year i had to drive tim to the dentist to get some work done. he's irrationally afraid of the dentist (a.k.a. needles) so he was all drugged up, with nothing but pills in his belly and vomit out the window in the pouring rain just to bring his face back in, covered in raindrops and puke, followed by him mumbling "i'm pretty." i am thrilled to have chance for another dental-drugged-up-tim experience.. today. help me.
this is the sketch i did last time in the waiting room of what it probably looked like from tim's perspective