Boy 3-point turn for the upcoming “Expressions” Art Show.
Coming in August.
We did some private-room karaoke on Saturday night, which was an absolute blast. I had the brilliant idea to do the “Sympathy for the Devil” by the Rolling Stones.
If I was marooned on a desert island and I could only bring 3 things, they would be: my iPhone, a pair of ivory chopsticks, and the delivery number for Midori All-You Can Eat Sushi.
You might ask how I might pay for the the constant deliveries of sushi deliciousness. Shhhhhh, baby… don’t worry your pretty little head about that. Snip snip.

Just a random doodle based on something witnessed at the local Jamba Juice. I’m off to NH to remember what cold actually feels like.