Home of the Brave, 1

About a month ago, I started using my lunch hour as an opportunity to sketch people coming and going from discount department stores. Originally I was preoccupied with the clothes people chose to wear in public. Alright, it was a sneer-and-mock mission. The pickings were pretty slim, though as I work in a relatively upscale area.

I need access to some of the outlying towns where I once saw an obese young woman wearing a t-shirt with the word "Sublime" stretched across her front in pink letters. I'm haunted still. Or the Aryan Nation gentleman who frequented a local Wal-Mart Superstore, with swastika tatoos and children in tow. Heartwarming.