*Forgot to color in the tie. Oh well. *Fair warning, if the drawing isn’t indication enough, I may say some lewd things in service of this anecdote, haha. When I used to come home from art school back in the day there was this dude on the bus who used to talk to me. His work uniform was a blue coat and gray pants. He was a nice enough guy and we had some good conversations, but most days he’d have a duffle bag with him that he’d sell bootleg porn out of. He was so casual about asking strangers if they wanted to buy some new porn. I wonder if he made decent money off of it. I’d think most people do not want to buy porn around other people in public. You don’t want everybody you see during your commute every day knowing you have Cum Chuggers 9 at home. I never saw anyone buy any porn off of him, he was pretty persistent. The covers for his porn videos were always the worst too. It was always something like… a lady’s face… surrounded by 8 penises. Or like, buttholes. Dripping buttholes. Everything was always dripping, with you know what. I don’t know, maybe that kinda stuff is a turn on for other people, but I felt more like “Please put that away.” Another thing, I had life drawing classes in art school where we’d draw live nudes of course. Some times this guy would ask to see the drawings in my pad, and when he saw there were naked ladies in there this would BLOW HIS MIND! “They be naked?” “Yeah.” “You can see EVERYTHING?” “Uh… yeah.” “DAAAMMMMNNN! I bet you be gettin hard huh?” “Nah, it’s different when you’re drawing, you’re not looking at them that kinda way, you’re more focused on things like the way light and shadow is defining the shapes and, you just get into a different mode.” to which he’d just stare at me blankly or ask if I was gay, haha. Yeah, that guy. He was somethin else. END OF BLOG POST!

*Forgot to color in the tie. Oh well.

*Fair warning, if the drawing isn’t indication enough, I may say some lewd things in service of this anecdote, haha.

When I used to come home from art school back in the day there was this dude on the bus who used to talk to me. His work uniform was a blue coat and gray pants. He was a nice enough guy and we had some good conversations, but most days he’d have a duffle bag with him that he’d sell bootleg porn out of. He was so casual about asking strangers if they wanted to buy some new porn. I wonder if he made decent money off of it. I’d think most people do not want to buy porn around other people in public. You don’t want everybody you see during your commute every day knowing you have Cum Chuggers 9 at home. I never saw anyone buy any porn off of him, he was pretty persistent.

The covers for his porn videos were always the worst too. It was always something like… a lady’s face… surrounded by 8 penises. Or like, buttholes. Dripping buttholes. Everything was always dripping, with you know what. I don’t know, maybe that kinda stuff is a turn on for other people, but I felt more like “Please put that away.”

Another thing, I had life drawing classes in art school where we’d draw live nudes of course. Some times this guy would ask to see the drawings in my pad, and when he saw there were naked ladies in there this would BLOW HIS MIND! “They be naked?” “Yeah.” “You can see EVERYTHING?” “Uh… yeah.” “DAAAMMMMNNN! I bet you be gettin hard huh?” “Nah, it’s different when you’re drawing, you’re not looking at them that kinda way, you’re more focused on things like the way light and shadow is defining the shapes and, you just get into a different mode.” to which he’d just stare at me blankly or ask if I was gay, haha.

Yeah, that guy. He was somethin else.

END OF BLOG POST!