Portrait of the Autist as a Young Man

It was there all along.

I never really found a way to give it room.
Because I am often confused with an “Artist”( Our language makes few distinctions ),
I let people assume that my “so-called-art” reflects all they need to know.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
In fact, the reason I’ve come to hate drawing so much is that I express nothing with it.
Movie Deities hire me for a week end, or for a year, to laugh at their jokes.
Drawing Gladiators and Space Aliens isn’t my thing; I lied.
The writing, though…
It’s all there.

Sorry if I’m not what you thought.