I’m not a real artist anymore. Ever since my girlf got me subscriptions to the New Yorker and National Geographic, all I do on the subway is read. And, apparently, the only time I draw is on the subway. Or something. I’ve been doing campaign work for the Obama, which has been fun. I’ve been lying on the couch reading. Been drawing dry erase pictures (which are getting pretty sophisticated and intense). Cleaned up my room and my “studio” (corner of the living room), sorta. I’m a goddamn bum.