"Pardon me?" He smirked.
"That is James Horatio Zucchini the third to you... my sweet dear."
This what my drawing would act like if he was real, but Mr. Zucchini is not. I muse stories out of my drawings on daily basis, each one has a back story... only I know. This smug gentleman was sussed up at a coffee shop near my friend's house in the northern suburbs of Minnesota.