across from me on the bus tonight, there was an adorable, probably gay, artistically talented little white boy showing his sketchbook to an even more adorable, even littler black girl.  his sketches fell into four broad categories: fashion drawings, drawings of his cat, lady gaga, and women violently killing men.  he was saying things like, “this one’s my cat.  and in this one she cut off her boyfriend’s head and is taking a bath.”  drawings were of, e.g., a naked woman bathing, crotch tastefully obscured by the severed head she’s holding.

little girl’s reaction: can you draw me?

little boy: well, okay, but it might take a couple of days.

LITTLE BOY, I WISH TO SUBSCRIBE TO YOUR NEWSLETTER (except maybe for the lady gaga parts) MOSTLY SO I CAN SEE HOW YOU DRAW LITTLE GIRL AND HER FACE WHEN YOU GIVE HER THE DRAWING