Why Do I Draw the Things I Do?

I'm such a nice girl. Things like this shouldn't come out of my pen. I know that Tom was reading a Walter Mosley book called Bad Boy Brawly Brown at the time I drew this. And when he would bring the book to bed at night, I'd start singing "Bad Boy Brawly Brown" to the tune of Bad, Bad Leroy Brown, as in:

Bad Boy Brawly Brown
Baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than old king kong
Meaner than a junkyard dog

He got a custom continental
He got an eldorado too
He got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun
He got a razor in his shoe (then back to the refrain at least 14 times)