I spent two weeks making a drawing to tweet for Rap Monster's birthday. I'm not a bad artist but I'm not amazing either and I get very excited when I finally finish a drawing. Last night I left it on the dining room table while I took a break to get a drink and stretch out my legs. I came back to a crumpled and torn paper with my brother jotting down something in my only other piece of paper. Long story short: my thirteen year old brother ruined my work and I'm livid.