I look forward to this moment (along with a few other choice moments) all fuck’n day long. Mow the baseball field, check. Edge and hoe the edge of the field, check. Weed the field, check. Prune the roses, check. Hedge, hedge, hedge, check. By the end of the day, I just want to sit down and draw. That’s fuck’n it. Just draw someone, anyone. When it’s done, I guess I get to be the veiwer, and yeah, it works.