As close to being a sheep as I ever want to get—so we start at 10AM and go to 1PM without a break. When the judge dismissed us the entire jury bolted for the bathrooms. After the jury came back I told a court officer that we needed to have a bathroom break every once in awhile. The guy stared at us like we just beamed over from Planet Moron; “If you want a pee just raise your hand, the judge will declare a break.”. Sixteen people stared at him. That never occurred to any of us. BAAAA!

So I am on a jury, along with a guy who just got arrested for assault and a guy who tried to get off the jury because he takes care of a monkey and the monkey will miss him if he is away all day. I will spend the next week wondering what how I ended up in the same room with these guys. . .

Spinning the ballot box. Ah, I am going to Criminal court.

We have been asked to take all our possessions with us if we step out of the room. The clerk warned us that there are a lot of “alleged” criminals in the building.

I just found this old drawing.

We used to rent a summer cottage, one summer it was really rainy and the place got infested with every kind of bug imaginable. This drawing sums up my experience of that summer.

Don’t know what the article was about. They told me exactly what they wanted.

I have been going to their evening drawing sessions. It’s great to get back to it, but figure drawing from the model is a very specific skill set.

My short term goal is to quit cutting heads and feet off.

Most of these are 10-20 minute poses. Amazing how short a time ten minutes can be . . .

“Fuck it, I’m going to build a fetish costume for my chicken.”

—Sleep Talkin’ Man (Grove Atlantic, 2012)