I drew these in a crazy Starbucks by the Berkeley campus that has a second-story loft - perfect for sniper drawing! They had no idea what hit 'em. These creepo guy decided to come sit at my table with me, though. I was drawing for about 3 hours, and he sat there, right across from me, the ENTIRE TIME. This wouldn't have bothered me if he was studying or reading or something, but he was just SITTING there, starting across the table. Every once in a while he would get fidgety and get up and walk around and then come sit back down. Fucking creepoid.