This drawing literally came off my drawing board 5 minutes ago . . . timely with the state of the economy . . . does it belong in the New Yorker ? You tell me.
How is a man supposed to keep his sanity when your stuff is rejected and rejected and rejected and rejected and rejected and rejected and rejected and rejected and rejected and rejected and rejected and rejected and rejected and rejected and rejected and rejected . . . and rejected . . .
ARG-H-H-H !
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