So I took the train voyage for a fantastic stay in Brooklyn this weekend. On the train, I drew this lovely fella, which sparked the following:
Carla: looks up after smelling waft of patchouli and body odor, sees hippie heading towards her
Patchouli Boy: "Is that Mississippi John Lee Hooker?"
CB: "Why yes it is"
PB: "He's wonderful. You sure do draw well."
CB: "Why thank you."
Moral of the story: it's always good to have fans, even if they smell funky.