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I had a twin sheet safety pinned across a string that I hung up. I was sharing a 1 bedroom apartment with two other people — one of them my recently ex’d-boyfriend. I used a closet door on some milk crates to make a drawing table for myself. This sketch is a few years old, but I feel like it captures the lack of space there and a certain feeling of loneliness despite living in a crowded apartment.

Cici was this guy from Congo that I worked with at Breakaway Courier in Manhattan. He was always really nice to me, even when I first started out. Anytime he’d see me on the street, he’d ask how I was doing — he called me Miss. He knew the city like the back of his hand, and he’d always tell me the best way to get somewhere, or the best order to deliver my packages in.

This is a drawing of my first day as a bike messenger, in the break area of Breakaway. I met Cici that day, he chatted with me while other messengers changed out of their layers of sweaty winter clothes in the background. I felt like a little kid, around all these big tall, athletic men. I might as well have been in a locker room for the NBA or NFL.

Credit to Ed for coining the term “Sweaty Palm Handshake”

Only thing I liked from what I drew last night. I really did get confused about what year it was.

If there is a creative bone in your body, Visio will surely suck it dry.