The bloated, ungraceful Yankees, a pack of wild 8s and 22s — whom I painted and drew at Yankees Games from 2006 to 2012 were mostly a bunch of overweight male whores and party-animals — clean shaven or not. A number of them crashed and burned — with painful injuries — in their 30s and early 40s.

The truth hurts.

Meanwhile, the misogynist, anti-Semitic, racist, spoiled Steinbrenners, obese Randy Levine, chubby YES Announcers, bloated Derek Jeter and his obsese parents, as well as other delusional billionaires and media attack dogs — have been obsessed — for nearly two decades — with publicly lying about my body — and everything else about me.

You can make billions hocking mass market sports and entertainment — and also be psychotically obsessed with abusing a talented, original Artist — whom you envy.

Also, they are mostly shallow image-marketers. Because THEY are obsessed with image, THEY talked about my face.

I never did.


In the photo of me at the top of this page — shot with an iPhone and not airbrushed — I am 53 — real age 29. I was considered to be a naturally talented, coordinated ballet dancer growing up.

My natural athletic coordination is why I can calmly draw and paint other athletes — in real-time — without thinking — surrounded by thousands of screaming people at a sports stadium.

Meanwhile, the bloated Yankees — who have managed to win only one World Series since 2000 – constantly torture New Yorkers with their BS hype about themselves and their supposed excellence.

Considering their FAT payroll and FAT advertising revenue — which dwarfs that of most other teams — one World Series win since 2000 is pathetic.

They use nicknames and code language to publicly murder me...

Never my real name...

Because they are gutless liars and criminals.

It was Derek Jeter who was overweight, wild, vain and delusional — like his sidekicks — who yank his chain.

The 8 guy.

Done at 38.