Reflection

The computer was working at a snails pace. The gears were churning hard. Watching the little hour glass spin gave me flash backs to movie scenes of helicopters flying over Vietnamese swamplands. So my head heavy with impatiences fell like a dieing giraffe. And I saw myself staring back at me. It was my reflection in the glass top on the desk. Cool i thought and 40 minutes later I had two sketches. One really sucked even though there were a few nice things going on in it. And the other was pretty cool; except for the one eye that looks like it was removed by force with a .... choose the blunt object of your choice and insert it here __________. The image is of the second sketch.