THEY'RE NOT CELEBRITIES. THEY WALK PAST YOU ON THE STREET, BRING YOU YOUR FOOD AT A RESTAURANT, AND LIVE IN YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD. THEY'RE EVERYDAY PEOPLE. JUST LIKE YOU.
AUGUST 2003: MARINE SGT. JOSEPH UNSUNG
THE SCENE IS A WOODEN, WEATHERED GREY GAZEBO, LINED WITH SIMPLE BENCHES. THERE IS A BUTT CAN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FLOOR, AND THE AREA AROUND THE STRUCTURE IS LINED WITH PINE TREES. THE AIR IS A PRE-STORM GREEN, AND THE SMELL OF PENDING SUMMER RAIN IS IN THE AIR.

AT COMIC CONVENTIONS ALL OVER AMERICA, ANDY LEE IS EASY TO SPOT. AMONG ALL THE OTHER ARTISTS, KNOCK-OFFS, AND FANBOYS, JUST LOOK FOR GIANT SHEETS OF SPATTERED RICE PAPER, AND A MAN WITH A HANDLEBAR MUSTACHE COVERED IN INK. WHEN ANDY DOES THE CONS, IT'S LIKE PERFORMANCE ART. PEOPLE GATHER AROUND TO WATCH HIM TURN SPLATTERS INTO FACES, AND SEEMINGLY ABSTRACT BRUSH STROKES INTO SUPERHEROS. ANDY'S WORK WOULD SEEM TO BE MORE AT HOME ON GALLERY WALLS THAN IN THE PAGES OF A COMIC. SO WHAT'S HIS STORY? THE NIGHT WATCHMAN FINDS OUT.

IT SEEMS AS IF KIKI MACLEAN HAS DONE A BIT OF EVERYTHING: CONCERT LIGHTING AND STAGE DESIGN, COMPUTER PROGRAMMING, PHOTOGRAPHY, AND ILLUSTRATION. AND NOW, JUST DAYS BEFORE SHE’S ABOUT TO TAKE ON HER NEWEST TASK-- MARRIAGE-- SHE DABBLES IN THE WORLD OF INTERVIEWS WITH INSANE WAYNE CHINSANG.
Wayne: Let me make sure the recorder is working. (pauses) Alright. So, what are you doing later?
Kiki: (laughs) Later today? Working.
W: (laughs) Okay. So, tell me about art. How did you get into it?