This Drawing Thing
I remember when I was a kid I always used to tell people the same thing when they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up: A singing fireman police artist. Well, the fireman and police thing fell out of favor with me early since I’m not one who heroically runs head first into dangerous situations. Getting my “Lutha” on in front of crowds of adoring fans would require the ability to “Sang Like Lutha,” and I would have Mr. Vandross doing somersaults in his grave if I let these vocals of mine reach the mic. Then there’s the artist thing, and low and behold, I’m much closer to achieving this life long goal than ever before. It took years for me to accept the title of “artist.” Heck, its even hard for me to accept now.