So, tonight I’m riding back home on the train- sketching as per usual and about 20 minutes into my commute I feel this gentle tap on my shoulder. The gentleman who’s been sitting directly behind gestures towards my drawing and says:

‘That’s really great!’

so I probably turn eight shades of purple and stammer ‘thank you’ at which point he asks me:

‘are you an industry professional?’

I shake my head no

‘An art student?’

‘Um, at one point’ (like 11 years ago. thank you again, random stranger!)

‘You really don’t draw comics?’

‘I mean, I do, but nothing is published’

‘Oh? I ask because I worked in the industry for 10 years’

*dumbfounded stare on my part*

‘Darkhorse?’

*I am now technicolor*

‘Well, this is my stop! If I see again maybe we can talk shop!’

I have never been so thankful that I wasn’t drawing porn.