The thought of illustrating my own book is just too much. Bess keeps insisting that I can do just that! I have not done a portrait in years. My cartooning is just to joke and play around with friends for their and my own private pleasure. Showing other people my drawings I would consider an invasion of my own privacy.
"Why should I do this thing?" I asked her, "Drawing and painting is the me that I keep for myself!"
"You didn't feel that way twenty years ago when you lived with me!" she said back to me and handed me a picture of a panda bear, that I had painted for her years and years ago.
"Besides," and she had a look on her face that reminded me of a cat out to molest some sparrows, "Certain "egos" need crushing. I get tired of people, who don't really know or understand you, putting you down."
Now what in the hell is she talking about?