I would sit in the corner, clutching my sketchbook until it bled, until graphite spilled out onto my fingers like an open wound, I liked digging my nails into the parchment and leaving jagged, monoch...
Has the world gotten you down? Then leave your problems behind and escape to Tanaka's Steak House! Your table is waiting, and your hibachi grill is fired up!
I would sit in the corner, clutching my sketchbook until it bled, until graphite spilled out onto my fingers like an open wound, I liked digging my nails into the parchment and leaving jagged, monoch...
Has the world gotten you down? Then leave your problems behind and escape to Tanaka's Steak House! Your table is waiting, and your hibachi grill is fired up!