I began drawing on paper with pencil, then ink, when I was 13, maybe 12. The kid next door was older than me, and the son of a talented and locally known painter of Armenian decent; and his son drew, too. The kid was the bomb, to all the girls in town, and ... yeah, to me, as well. Somehow, maybe with a wink and a bill, I even acquired his old Maharaja skateboard deck and made it—yeah, I can't remember how now—my own. He drew, you see, the things that I saw, the things that I knew. So ... I started drawing them, too. Now I'm older (but not really), and with my writing, in partnership once again, the ink has again begun to flow!