A drawing that was neither Donald Duck nor when he could barely hold a pencil. Another David against Goliath and my preschool teacher walking him through the classes of the elders next to my red face looking at the ground. An elephant coloring page. I color it gray. "The elephants are gray," I say. I won a drawing contest with 8 years. They give me a watch I do not like. I win another with 10. I get a book that I do not like. I stop drawing. I still do not draw. I discover comics and manga. I feel like picking up a pencil again. I just hated the comics. I hate everything. Everything but the pencils. I'm here.