The Beer And The Broads And The Broads And The Booze

My Final Dr. Sketchy Cleveland.

The night sketchy went punk.

I should do a left hand drawing every day, I think it slows my brain down, but so did all the celebratory shots of scotch.

Dudas was in my ear most of the night, telling me I was ripping off John Romita Jr.

Fair enough.

Also telling me to draw a copy of "The God Delusion" under this guys foot.

As hard as drawing two figures on a bunch of booze is, I sort of love carrying this drawing around in my sketchbook.

I really want an old lady to see it, say "oh dear" and grab her chest.

There is a Dr. Sketchy in San Francisco.

but it sort of feels like cheating right now...