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Jack Balas, 2024; RON WAS DAD'S MECHANIC (#2688)
India ink on paper, 24x18 inches

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Ron was Dad's mechanic, and we were always taking one of the cars over to his garage on 47th for a tune-up or brake job or oil change, the kind of shop with a rack and tool chests full of greasy wrenches and screwdrivers and lug nuts, and a young guy in charge of flats. I always checked out the calendars pinned up over the work bench, nekkid babes with big boobs galore, pages all worn-edged, examined and smudged, didn't matter what the current month was.
When I decided to make a calendar of my own I asked one of my gym bro's to help, but word got out and now I'm backed up for years and they all have to take a number.