It's Not you, it's Me.

Above our kitchen table we have framed pictures, mostly family. But there is one that is a drawing I did when I was like four or so. And its one of my clearest early drawing memories. I drew this cook, cooking hotdogs, with blue pen. I was so proud of drawing it without pencil first, its seemed so bold, then to my horror I realized I had given him three legs.

Flying high off a double espresso and my second bowl of rice krispies, I decided to do an adult take on the drawing.