Overheated monkey

I can draw OK, I just never feel the urge.

I sort of enjoyed drawing in high school.  It gave me an inkling of what creativity could be -- something intuitive that makes an odd kind of sense -- and a way to express some of the undertow I felt.

It's funny how some people don't enjoy what they can do well, or don't figure out how to use it, so they cast around for something else or give up altogether.

No, I'm not thinking of myself, but of a lost friend who, unknown to me for the years I knew him, was a great figurative cartoonist.  He just had zero interest in cartooning, which is too bad because I think there were all kinds of stories waiting to come out.  I guess they remain trapped in the bottle, drifting somewhere out in the middle of the Pacific by now.

Anyway, I like this crooked, overheated monkey I did ages ago.