All you gotta do is take a free magazine from La Taverne in Strasbourg, miss the last bus to Madrid due to a packed bus, find a quiet spot for my gf to rest while the restless urchins that traverse that crummiest of crummy travel hubs (a bus station) scuttle by.
The majority of the sketches/doodles I worked on though some I finished after and some she added her touch. Even though it was uncomfortable giving myself something to do helped pass the time, growing up in New York passing through Port Authority I knew there was no way I'd get any sleep especially in a city like Barcelona, there's no shortage of junkies, bums and thieves, that's for sure.
