Some days, you sit at the drawing table and you decide you're gonna do this "Awesome Piece!"... and all you do is crap worthy of toilet paper. Then some other days you're bored and pick up a pen that just kinda happened to be there, and you doodle something while thinking of life, death or what you're gonna have for lunch tomorrow... And then that doodle you didn't give a rat's ass about turns out to be kinda cool. So you spend more time on it and then in the end you're happy and you don't care about life and death or tomorrow's lunch anymore.
Lizard ps: tomorrow is the Aspen Christmas party. We're going gambling! yeepee.