Drawing comics used to be an affliction that was hidden away in an almost closed hardcover sketchbook. Now I’m the envy of the coffee club set. They give me my own table at Starbucks (right next to the premiere delux 17″ Mac laptoppers)
There is esteem in my steamed milk latte. A fountain pen secretely pulled out and touched to paper gets a gasp from onlookers. (what is he doing, what is that thing).
Runny Black Ink on crisp white paper…heaven
Who needs your stinkin’ reality when it’s such a kick creating my own little world.