Sketchin' fool...

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.

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