|Portrait of a well satiated "Yat."|
"Oh, it is such a waste," one woman said. "A God given talent like that just should not be wasted!"
"Well, I said, "I used to think that about my tall friends who never tried to play basketball."
"Of course, having the talent to be an artist and to actually make a living doing it, is two different things."
"I wish I could draw like that... I can't draw a straight line," he said.
"Well, check this out," I said, as I proceeded to draw a pretty darn straight line with the pencil using my pinky finger to align with the edge of the sketchbook.
"Emile, come see this," one man yelled. "You know how you say you can't draw a straight line to save your soul?"
"Do it again for my friend, please." He will get such a kick "outta dis!"
With a chuckle, I proceeded to draw another straight line and Emile was duly impressed.
"That's amazing... how do you do 'dat?" Emile inquired.
"Lotsa practice," I said rather glibly.
"See, 'dats why you'll never be an artist," the friend joked, as he gently elbowed the once aspiring artist!
"You can't even draw a straight line!"
Copyright 2013/Ben Bensen III