You all were in Aaron's house, exactly in his basement. Previously you were all gathered together for another Northwest Comix Collective reunion, you know, drawing, creating and getting inspired. In one they started drinking a lot of beer and smoking pot, which eventually caused the others to fall asleep. Now you were alone with Rodney, he had quite a resistance to substances. He was almost leaning back in his chair, staring blankly at his sketchbook. "Shit! I don't know what to draw. I have no inspiration."