Unfortunately, his grandparents were paying his way through college and he didn't want to throw that into their face by giving up. Besides, he was learning some neat techniques and styles from his classes. He'd never have branched out as he was now had he skipped college altogether.
Isiah thanked the person behind the counter for his coffee, exiting the cafe with art bag slung over his shoulder. Always with the art bag slung over his shoulder. Inside was his drawing tablet, sketchbooks, and different sketch and colored pencils, markers, and, a new addition, charcoal. Messy, but still just as fun. He found a bench in a nearby park, not to far away from the entrance and pulled out a small sketchbook with a piece of charcoal, glancing around him until he settled on a crow picking at some garbage on the side of the walkway.
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Maybe I overthink things, so I just threw him outside. xD