There's moments--doing this--where someone comes out of the woodwork to tell me that I'm a sight to see. That they really like my works. and if I cant call that kerosene to my fire I've been using the stuff wrong!

It really says something to me because I dont like to color (it just doesnt hold my attention like sketching--and fixing sketches-- does).
obviously it's a bit of a handicap. What's so shiny about this coal brick is: The "someone's" I'm referring to must spend a lot of time appraising my art. which to me says, in lieu of definition you degenerates are fuckin here for it!

It brings a tear to my eye I been sucking up til now.

Long as I have two hands, I'll keep it up for ya~