Dude: How much to draw my dog? Me: Well, ah, I dunno, it’s just good practi… Friend: 10 bucks! And so this mutt paid for a round trip to Jersey and like half a drink.

Tonight I was invited to a bar in Jersey City to be a “featured artist” while a couple bands played. I was worried there’d be a big spotlight on me or something, but really it was just good drawing practice in the corner of a dark room. As a bonus, a lot of people were very complimentary of my work, and coincidentally drunk!

Thought I’d draw how most people at work see me. Plus, working out the kinks of mixing watercolor pencil with ink. Tip: let the ink dry first duh.

Well, it’s about time to say goodbye to the fella who made me desperate to live in New York long before I knew he wasn’t kidding about the rats and urine. There used to be a time when I wouldn’t miss a show, and there was even a time when I paid $400 as a broke college student to see him burst onstage mere weeks after quintuple bypass surgery. I still have the hospital bootie that I ripped off Robin Williams’ foot.

This sketch of a statue at the Met looks OK, right? Better than your dog could do? OK, I’ll give you that. Your dog’s a hack. But compare it with a photo of the statue, taken from the same seated position from which I drew it. Green=Sillhouette of the real statue=I am Mr. Magoo OK, so a camera can add its own distortions, but not this much. I SUCK. Don’t worry; I’m not actually beating myself up over this.