A Glimpse Into An Artist's Tortured Soul?

While digging through some old files I found this page from an old sketchbook:



I vaguely recall engaging in these doodles sometime around 2000, when I was living in Minnesota.
Note that the line running down and slightly across the page on the right is actually where, in anger and frustration, I jammed the pencil into the paper and scraped it along, ripping the sheet and several sheets beneath it.
There’s a better than 90% chance that I was drunk at the time.