I don't draw much, but when I do, things tend to get strange. I have no idea who these people are. Cousins on a double date? Politicians from Mars? Hipsters from Greenpoint?
Last night I dreamed that I was looking for the perfect place to write and I decided to go back to my old apartment in the East Village. My sister's friend Amy was living there now, and she had offered it as a quiet place to work. In reality, the apartment had never been a quiet... Continue Reading →