A little party and a nice TV show came to visit the studio today!

Most people hate Monday. Mine was rather pleasant thanks to my girl, Molly Crabapple and her volunteering our space for Katelan and Melissa’s B-day.

My friend, Tex, came up with one of my favorite sayings. “Happy bye bye juice” immediately followed by a demonstration in pantomime of how rapidly this alcohol would work. It was a perfect storm of explanation and everyone in the room erupted in laughter. He was talking about my Knob Creek. I occasionally drink it at the end of the day. Usually one shot and it’s bed time. Now I’m trying the Noah’s Mill. At 114 proof it might be pretty affective.

Molly and I walked through SoHo this evening.

I went down to Bethesda, MD to the naval hospital Friday. After the NY Times article comes out I’ll put the drawings up. Who knows.

a nude sitting

Pencil on paper.

a nude reclining

Some bar I wound up at after watching my friend Stevie, perform in a band called the Dukes at Rockwood Music Hall on Friday the 13th. The bathrooms are never watched and apparently people just like to be productive when pissing out beer to make room for more beer. The collaborative nature of the Lower East Side bar bathrooms makes for much entertainment to the spectator who is just there to piss.

After the car club I walked home through TriBeca and stopped in a bar. The cars on display where worth millions. Original Shelby Cobras from ’65, ’69, and Mustangs 2012, ’13.