I used to be a pretty famous ASCII artist. Actually made money from it. I made enough money to cover all of my art school education and every art supply I’d ever bought. Which means I’m a successful artist.

My ex had my old phone number. I got a message from her to check her voicemail. And then I got a message that she hated me. The voicemail was offering me a job as an ASCII artist. She hated me because I always seem to make money off of the absolute dumbest hobbies. I respected her for saying that.