While I was drawing this a tanned teenage girl wearing only a Rasta hat and a bikini came toward me on a bicycle, stopped, looked down at my drawing and said, ‘Did you like, go to college to learn how to do that?’

‘Yes,’ I said, looking up at her.

‘My Mom went to college to learn how to do that, too,’ she said, ‘but she can’t do it as good as you,’

‘That’s nice of you to say,’ I said to the girl, ‘but you probably shouldn’t say that to your mother,’

‘No,’ said the girl after short pause, ‘I guess I probably shouldn’t.’