technologically inept.

I've come across an interesting dilemma. In the past few months I've drawn probably a dozen characters and creatures but because of my laughably bad phone I haven't been able to A. Post anything, and B. Figure out how to post anything. To make my art career that much harder are my friends, I'm still adjusting to having a group I with which I can hang out with often, whom's opinions and counsel I respect, their jokes and antics lighten my mood and take my mind away from the stress of my present and the pain of my past. And for the first time in a while, I've again got allies who can physically stand beside me and who can if need be indulge my combative habits, of course that's a new problem unto itself as I become closer, and therefore more protective of my friends. Speaking of friends, it turns out they serve yet another purpose! As well as providing sparring sessions and  long conversations on the state of music, they also allow me to indulge in my newest hobby, the wondrous world of pen and paper RPGs, D&D is a drug, and like that poor necromancer's assistant I'm addicted, I currently play a psychotic half-angel werewolf raised from the dead by the most powerful of archdevils to retrieve a weapon that will end the war between the Devils of Hell and the Demons hailing from the Abyss, accompanied by a Ranger/pimp and a half-elf scout of varying gender with aim so precise it breaks the mind at points... (shudder). I'll probably end up posting the tales of my group simply because the world deserves to know about the tiefling monk with metal inlays and the other wonderful stories.
I leave you all with this one thought.
-COCAINE ZOMBIE!