So, yesterday in my last class of the day, a guy told me he'd pay me a few hundred dollars to draw his best friend's mother and him together.

I laughed.

I laughed really awkwardly and said no.

Today he asked me again if I would draw his best friend's mom and him naked together.

With him inside her.

This proceeded throughout the whole class. He kept asking me to make sure I get the veins on the penis and talking about having sex with his friend's mother, while I kept saying "no, I'm not drawing porn." I was getting sick of it, and I kind of... well, I dunno what to call it. I ended up saying KINDA LOUDLY, "I'm not drawing you balls deep in his mother!"

Why would I say something like that loud enough for the whole class to hear? I didn't think. I just said it.

I thought I was going to die. I thought he was going to die. I thought his best friend was going to die. I thought the people around me were going to die.

The whole class got QUIET and was staring at us because people were laughing so loud.

I don't bend under pressure or money; I just get fed up and snap.

Lesson of the day: No means no. So when I say no, I mean no.