You know how you can just tell when a person is a lawyer? Or a teacher? Some folks just exude their profession. My friend Greg is a cartoonist. As well as drawing wild characters, Greg appears to be a living breathing cartoon. He is larger than life physically, vocally, and comically. Several months ago, Marky and I walked up the sidewalk to the gym. Greg, already inside, spied us approaching, leapt over a table, and slapped himself onto the storefront window, resembling one of those super-stretchy gummy spiders that stick to walls. He made desperate eye contact with us, breathing a little cloud of fog on the glass.
Another time, at a restaurant, Greg told us a story about a jungle animal (I thought it was a gorilla, but they're vegetarians, right?) that was sniffing its prey. Instead of describing the scene to us with colorful adjectives and action words, he arched his head downward, puffed up his chest and began menacingly sniffing our faces. That's the way to tell a story.
He also draws really neat stuff and he likes kitties. In addition to having huge biceps, he's also a big old sweetheart.
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