

I got wet in the rain, was bored on the train, with Steve Buscemi on the brain, and did a couple sketches that are insane. Maybe it's a Brooklyn-Sunday-the-F-train-is-messed-up-again thing and I needed something to do. And I can't think of a better muse than the esteemed Mr. Buscemi. More Buscemis to come.
Oh, and shortly after I posted the first Buscemi (of many to come), I received a comment from the mysterioso Mr. Shhh, who writes a
blog dedicated to Steve Buscemi. He, sadly, has no Buscemis in Uruguay and points out I am lucky to have at least one Buscemi here in Brooklyn. I concur, for a country without a Buscemi is a sad place to be. Thanks for popping in, Mr. Shhh!
--B