
I recently had the good fortune to have my portrait sketched by the hottest new artist in Atlanta. I saw him sketching away in the corner of the bar and may have said something like "where's your beret artfag?" At which point he revealed that I was his subject. I liked it so much that he allowed me to have it. I think you will agree that it is striking. The realization that this was indeed a good likeness inspired a shave and a haircut. I now look like a G-man circa 1961 perhaps.