When I was a kid, I loved to draw. I had a buddy when I lived in Kentucky who was mad talented at cartooning and I did everything in my power to emulate (read: “copy”) him.

Furrball can’t decide
Reps or Dems or Reps or Dems.
We need a third choice.

Nathan swears it’s me
but I just cannot see it.
Too much hair up there.

A skyline so bold
exaggerated slightly.
These aren't drawn to scale.

About four years ago, I was penciling little sketches and posting them here with haiku accompaniment. 

To enrich his sound,
Star got a Seahorse and sax.
A drummer is next.

Once, a lone sea star
Picked up a Gibson guitar.
And rocked. How he rocked.

Yeah, I got nothing, so I'll leave you with this drawing I did today.

When I was five years old, my parents moved us from New York to Lexington, Kentucky. On one of my first days there, a kid down the street came up to meet me. His name was Steve and, for the next five years, we became nearly inseparable.

Steve was a ridiculously talented illustrator for a five year old. He could draw up a storm and I was in awe. I did everything I could to try to be like him and fashioned myself into a bit of drawing fool.