Have been reading myself silly with gay novels, and one of them, Every Man for Himself by Orland Outland, expounded on the insane consumption of methamphetamines by the good people of San Fran. Well one part has this guy Scott saying about the main character who used to be gorgeous until he got addicted, "Yeah, he's been hanging out with Crissy too much, and I'm sorry to say that he is no longer hot." Which was a big huge insult because Scott's "hot-or-not" opinion was like Martha Stewart's seal of approval. Anyway, him calling crystal 'Crissy" kinda struck something, and I found myself drawing this out-there kinda guy all dark and stuff, as if he were in a nightclub and going to his connection. I thought it was neat.