In short, I identify with and rather admire this spoiled brat. I spent the better half of my pubescent years drawing pictures of genitalia. Despite being heterosexual (barring an encounter with an overzealous priest), my preferred subject matter was that of the male. By high school I noted that I was not the only one to adorn his textbooks with various phallic additions to the staged interactions of the outdated and ridiculously clad models. My friends and acquaintances had also taken a liking to perverting the mundane snippet or caricature. Relief, we were not alone. Comic relief, these pictures were hysterical.
I remember Dan's religious studies textbook with great affection. His creativity and genius was exuded in his meticulous amendments to apparently religiously diverse groups staring at each other with smiles, poise and interest. Now, Dan was no artist, he was more of a vandal. Unlike the Superbad pictures (fuckin' amazing works by the way), Dan was not drawing many stand-alone pictures - he was just altering them in accord with the 15 year old's mind. I'd say he was something like a genital tailor.
The best books were packed with pictures of unlikely encounters, strange situations and expressive facial gestures. Often this meant social studies or religious texts. Dan would link the plump laughing woman's agape mouth with a penis over 3 feet in length from the back-arched and humorous rabbi. Dan would turn handshakes into hand-jobs, singing into fellatio and snake charmers into porn stars. The possibilities of this picture are endless...
His mediums were not limited to pen - oh no, Dan would engage the eraser, the colored pencil... Dan would tear pages exposing an unrelated picture on the following page. It was a veritable work of artistic perversion and, dare I say, adolescent brilliance.
