I'm not doing much at the moment.

A wealthy man always has the same instruction for the sex workers he hires: "When I bend over to pick up this penny, you try to take it from me but as you reach over your dick goes in my ass. And then with your dick firmly in my ass we fight over the penny but you never get it."

I'm just taking it easy and thinking and stuff.

I've been busy with other things the past couple of days and so little drawing has been done. And I'm all sleepy now. Very sleepy.

More rough drawing. I mostly rough digitally now and then print it to finish with pen and ink.

Passing time in prison. Neither wants to be on the receiving end of anal sex, at least at first, but they've compromised and created a kind of sexual "chore calendar." Life is about give and take, one says. Somehow sex in their cell ends up teaching lessons that put them on a better path in life.

1800s. A small village. One villager travels. He sees the world. And he returns with fancy candy. He can't just give the candy away though. He wants something for it.

It's Sunday. I didn't do any real drawing.