WAITER! Seize her salad!
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,Than such a Roman, seeking for a cabAt evens’ rush.
There is a tide in the affairs of menWhich taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;Omitted, all the voyage of their lifeIs bound in shallows and in miseries.The ride — twelve blocks! — is misery indeed.
How many ages henceShall this our lofty scene be acted o’er,In states unborn, and accents yet unknown!A good cab is hard to find.
You’re wearing that fibula with that himation?
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me 20 bucks for cab fare home.
This drawing is a knockout, kiddo! You’ve really mastered this technique. Viva la simplicity..Toxicabus …DaD!
Feb 20, 2015