I– like many illustrators– keep a day job. We're mostly a bunch of working-class jabroni's who beat the creative anvil on our nights and weekends. It's not the robust industry it once was. Maybe a guy like me would have had a desk in the offices of a newpaper 20 years ago, but that time has passed. So I push lead and sling ink between shifts, mostly for love of the art but it also pulls in some extra scratch. That's called the American dream, babe.