When I was a teen I wasted time doodling. At least that's what it looked like to others, including my family. But I was thinking. I'm still doodling and still thinking. Sometimes I have beer while I'm doodling, and on occasion, I get creative.

Diddlie-Do and Diddlie-Dumb

When I really get serious I just tell myself this: The only way to get something done is to just do it. I'm happy with my decisions and my indecisiveness. Whom else do I need to make happy?