I used to take orders on sticky notes. Between 2011 and 2016 I owned a coffee shop in The City in the Country. By the third year of the five-year lease, burned out and stuck, unable to psychologically handle another order of non-fat, sugar-free, vanilla latte with extra whip for old, new-age faddists, I counted the minutes to when John would come for his second daily dose of drip coffee and conversation. One day, John saw me doodling on a hot pink sticky. The drawing was of a little girl holding an AK-47 with one hand and a balloon with the other. "Hey buddy," John said with a smile. Later that day, he offered me ten canvases and a chair. The following ten illustrations came as a result. Flying Haddock www.beeya.net