OK, Valentines Day is on the 14th, not the 15th. Big deal. The night we finished this one, Tim asked me to incorporate Jacksonville, Florida into one of these drawings. Tim grew up there and though happy to be living in NYC, still holds ol' Jax close to his heart. Always up for a challenge, I agreed. Behind the biker on the left you can see the beautiful skyline of Jacksonville poking out. Yeah, it might be a cop-out, but at least it's there, right? Not only that, but I also decided to make the central figure a native of Florida. He's already got the right haircut, so I merely gave him a Greg Biffle shirt and some camos and, viola! Floridian! Well, at least a northerners interpretation. I mean, look at him! He's practically turning into an alligator as we speak. As we were working on the original drawing, the dupe pad was sitting around for a while at the Loup unsupervised. One night, the pad fell into a puddle of what Tim and I christened "Wolf Drool." As everyone knows, bars are sometimes a bit messy when things get busy. People pour drinks fast, pick them up faster and there's always going to be spilled drinks and broken glass. This amounts to Wolf Drool; the leftover liquid from these spilled drinks, sometimes days old and an interesting hue of brown/black. No one has ever tasted Wolf Drool yet. Tim and I have yet to concoct a drink using it as the base, although I know for a fact it would get you drunk. Anyway, some Wolf Drool got onto the drawing and at first I was simply going to erase it from the drawing in post, but instead I made it into road rash on the back of our biker friend. I think it gives her even more street cred than riding around Jacksonville in the nude.