I was a wee lad, not sure how old, maybe second grade? Well, My sister and I had ditched out on church services, or something. We ended up downstairs in one of the classrooms. Next thing I know, we created what was to be named Herbert Zink. A round headed kid with freckles, a propeller bini-cap with an American Flag on the top. He had a stick body, and his tung hung out of his mouth.

I took this character and continued to draw him. As well as draw several other characters to create this fantastical town complete with a Jazz playing tabby. Each of my four siblings were all good at something. They each had their own specialty and here I was the runt of the litter, and I had a lot to live up to. Constantly being compared to the others wasn't always fun. So, I tried to make drawing my thing. I drew all the time, creating new characters, copying styles from comic books and fantasy artists. I have always drawn a bit, here and there but, something in me always held me back. I wish I knew what it was... maybe I would have been a famous artist by now. I was even hired to do caricatures at my own high school after prom party. I had a line the whole time I was there. Not that they were that fantastic... but cause people had fun I suppose. Well anyway, I haven't really drawn anything major for a while, and I was thinking of maybe getting back into it regularly. Just as a hobby, cause it was always fun for me. Who knows.. maybe it will lead to something else.