The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. And then you could spread it on a cracker, like a Triscuit or a Wheat Thin, or--did there used to be a chicken-flavored cracker, like Chicken Thins or something? Did I just dream that? Chicken in a Biscuit, or something like that? Anyway, this was one of those defining moments. It didn't define a generation or nothing, it just defined this party. I just had to come back and draw it, because I really sucked at Figure Drawing Group tonight. Sometimes I draw like someone with no talent whatsoever, like in a movie where someone is under a spell and has super powers, but then the spell goes away, and they're just ordinary people, but they discover that people love them anyway, for who they really are. That's me, except for the last part.