Grandpa Tony's House(1984)

He didn't want me there. I didn't want to be there. So I sat and drew until Ed came to rescue me from total, abject boredom in Long Beach. Fortunately, nothing destroys the minutes like all those stupid, little lines. In retrospect, I wish I'd spent the time to get to know my grandfather a little better but, that day, neither of us were in the mood for it.