BIG CHEST LITTLE LEGS

Someone recently pointed at me in public and said, “OMG, that’s Gru!” and proceeded to walk and talk into their cellphone like I was just a cow in a pasture they were passing on their way to a family reunion in Cape Cod.

So rather than eat my weight in crab cakes, I picked up an old landscape I’d found at a garage sale and painted out my feelings. The result, a super bad ass Russian spy-looking dude who probably just killed a family in that house behind him.

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