Last summer I got a razor kick scooter. It was pink, and I wrapped fake flowers around the handlebars and called it better than nothing. For nine months it got me to work every single night, and was my self protection for the late nights when walking home through the bad part of town was my only option. I love my razor kick scooter.
This is the final for the paper cut illustration I did for class last night! Here it is not back lit for comparison.