Whenever I want to draw but don’t know what to draw, I come back to this guy. I call him Byck, after a tire salesman who entertained notions of assassinating Dick Nixon. This guy’s a janitor with dreams of aliens, space travel, fighting evil, all that good stuff.

I drew this particular sketch under a street light while waiting for a campus bus at Ohio State. Nothing much to say about it, save that it was one of my earliest sketches that I thought had some actual life to them.