Grant stared down at the picture he had just drawn. He was happy with the way it had turned out but something was just wrong about it. He couldn' say what it was but looking at the picture it just seemed wrong. He had spent about 5 hours on this page and he obviously wasnt just going to throw it out but something did seem wrong. He sighed and rubbed his forehead before getting up from his desk and pushing his chair back. He began to walk through his flat. He never really needed a lot of space and his job just required a desk and some drawing utensils so that didnt need much space either. A few of his acclaimed comics were patterened on his walls every now and then. 'Ratman Incorporate, All-Star Hooperman, The Amazing Arachnidman. Whenever he looked at them he felt a sense of pride, to know that people all over the world saw something you done was extremely rewarding. He didn't really ever impose the fact of this and was more happy with people not coming up to him in the street, especially not the type of person he imagined reading his comics. Ugh, he could imagine it now, fedora, neckbeard, childrens tv show t shirt, ill fitting trench coat, it gave him the shivers just thinking about it. He got bored of just staring at the wall and trying to figure out whether or not he should watch tv or keep trying to figure out what was wrong with the picture so he went out. He picked up his harrington jacket and put it on, on the way out. After a few minutes of walking he had arrived at a bar he had visited a few times before. He wasn't exactly a regular there but he had been a few times when he had nothing to do. Apparently some indie band was playing tonight. He wasn't a big fan of new music. He preferred the tunes of the nineties and before. He sat down at a table before ordering his drink of a beer and beginning to eat the assorted nuts that were lying out in a bowl on said table. He was sorting through them to get the good nuts, he hated the salted ones.