Here's the last thing I drew this weekend, Saturday night actually. I had my Slim Whitman Pandora station going, a Totinos party pizza in the oven, and some dogs keeping me company. I sometimes wish I went to art school. Maybe things would have been different. Actually I know they would be. I'd probably be even poorer than I am now. But it's nice to think I could have been trained with skills like color theory, life drawing/painting, human anatomy, and other techniques. But in the meantime, I'll just keep winging it.