I've never been much of an artist.

But a fun fact about me is that my original major

when I first started college was art history.

The old saying holds up, those who can't do, teach.

And that was my idea at first.

I couldn't paint or draw worth a damn, but maybe I could do something involving art in some sort of way.

Needless to say, that career path didn't work out, and I changed my major a few times after that

before landing on psychology with a focus on criminal and abnormal psych. I guess my hobbies make a

little bit more sense now, right?

Despite my change of heart when it came to my major, the passion and appreciation for art stuck.

I will always have respect for those who find their passion and inspiration from whatever muses come their way,

and those who follow their dreams with their art.

We all need to express ourselves in some way or another.

My expression lately has been podcasting.

Some people express themselves in, let's just say, odder ways than that, though.

And thinking about it now, there's one person who considers themselves an artist that I can't find myself respecting,

or appreciate what he did for that matter.

You're listening to The A apex and the abyss,

and this is the story of the doodler.

I know what you're thinking.

What kind of name is that?

The doodler.

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