And even mo' foks!

My friend Kit is possibly, scratch that, the craziest person I have met in my 24 years of living. You may know him already from the Video Daze series, especially Part III. And if you remember any of his time on-camera, you at least have a taste of the hundreds of absolutely rediculous moments I've shared with this kid.

After being let loose from his front desk position at the Hotel Jerome this summer for god knows what reasons, Kit took up art full time. And by full time, I mean that he woke up at six every morning and starting making fully-colored drawings on Microsoft Paint. He managed to churn out two or three drawings a day, and if one judges by his art blog, Infinite Eight, he has kept up that dizzying pace ever since, the whole time managing to insulate his 2nd-grade spelling abilities ("whale" spelt "wale") from even spellcheck. It will forever remain a mystery to me how he managed to gain acceptance to, and graduate from, the country's most selective liberal arts college.

At any rate, Kit has even tried his hand at commodifying his art for material gain, in the form of a Zazzle store with a full array of products. With Black Friday only days away, it's time to start thinking about presents for your kin, and what cheap credit-American doesn't love another t-shirt?

So why not get Auntie Margo or Cousin Jim a t-shirt with a screen-printed scene of a bat filming a pig drilling a polar bear in the ass?

Which one is your favorite relative?

Or how about a visual interpretation of your most horrific night at Aspen's Regal Watering Hole in which you become the victim of domestic abuse by your girlfriend because you were dancing with a cougar while she was at home (at least for a little), all nice and imprinted on a pair of Keds for your niece?

No one wears SB's anymore. Regal Horror Keds are the new it!

To be honest, despite 98% of his art being incomprehensibe (and thus greater art?), Kit has come up with some true gems.

What's your expression?

And by far his best piece (although we still can't seem to convince him of it), the infamous Land Shark tee.

There's a lesson here, kids: Don't think you can get away being a cool, sunglass-sporting deer, or else you will be eaten by a shark, who will either approach from underground a la Tremors or on his back from across the lawn. I still can't figure out from where.