Nice Work, If You Can Get It

The work was not backbreaking, as some may have imagined. This was not the mere filling of a shallow grave in the dead of night. I used to do that, and don't readily admit this time in my life to strangers on the street. There, I lived as an accomplice, working with others to serve…

Sometimes, You Draw.

When I was younger, I wanted to be an artist because I wanted to add flowing lines and shapes to blank pages, filling them with something my hand and eye deemed aesthetically pleasing. I observed and understood landscapes, objects and the bright neon shades of candy bar wrappers I liked to crumble and interpret in…