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This is a personal piece. A dragon sunning itself, about to take flight. Last August and uncle and a friend I grew up with passed away. This is in tribute to the both of them.

Thank you for the time you both were here.

Uncle Dave: The war-room was awesome. I don't think I have ever seen a shabbier but cooler game-room in my life. I hope you have one now, wherever you may be. Thank you for letting me and Rob crash at your place whenever we needed time away from my roommate.
Thanks for taking the time while you were working to teach me some coding. It was super-cool. I wish I had picked your brain more while you were here.

Beauaz: Good times growing up. I remember the first time I met you and your family. It was raining and all of us were sitting under the flatbed of the truck, watching the rotary drill dig the water well for my family.
Thanks for letting me come over and play with your sisters when we were younger and not throwing duck-poo at us like the other boys.

See you both someday. Not soon I hope, but someday.

EDIT
As an act of faith in those that visit my page, I am not going to disable the share feature, I however request that you do not Share it specifically on Twitter, Facebook, Livejournal or Myspace. These are sites I do not support, and do not want my art shared on. You may however Digg.

Description
This is a personal piece. A dragon sunning itself, about to take flight. Last August and uncle and a friend I grew up with passed away. This is in tribute to the both of them.

Thank you for the time you both were here.

Uncle Dave: The war-room was awesome. I don't think I have ever seen a shabbier but cooler game-room in my life. I hope you have one now, wherever you may be. Thank you for letting me and Rob crash at your place whenever we needed time away from my roommate.
Thanks for taking the time while you were working to teach me some coding. It was super-cool. I wish I had picked your brain more while you were here.

Beauaz: Good times growing up. I remember the first time I met you and your family. It was raining and all of us were sitting under the flatbed of the truck, watching the rotary drill dig the water well for my family.
Thanks for letting me come over and play with your sisters when we were younger and not throwing duck-poo at us like the other boys.

See you both someday. Not soon I hope, but someday.

EDIT
As an act of faith in those that visit my page, I am not going to disable the share feature, I however request that you do not Share it specifically on Twitter, Facebook, Livejournal or Myspace. These are sites I do not support, and do not want my art shared on. You may however Digg.