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so, because i draw on the bus, i get into the strangest conversations with the strangest of people. as i was drawing this today, a tall lanky kid was double bass drumming loudly at the back seat. i watched his feet for a minute to see if his "beat" synced with my headphones, which it did not. i went back to drawing and listening to jason webley.

a few minutes later, i look over at the heavily tattooed drummer boy - and with eye contact the conversation began. "hey, man - that looks fuckin' rad." "thanks. you in a band?" "no, but i'm jamming with people, ya know? i just jammed with mike starr (of alice in chains)." "wow, that's pretty rare." "yea, i met him in jail and when we got out, we jammed. he's back in again, but when he gets out, we've already got some studio time, so..." "jesus - that's pretty cool." and i go back to drawing.

i never know when to believe people. part of me wants to believe the stories like these, just because they are great stories. but i'm highly suspicious. just like the old fat dude in his 40's that looked geeked out on crack telling me that he used to sk8 with jay adams, while i was waiting for the bus just holding my longboard. meh - believe it all to a certain point, just don't take it too serious.

title: gypsy girl next door
medium: prismacolor eraseable pencils, sketching on the bus
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