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Jawad Bhatti (another in a set of folks with really cool names)
Generally speaking, I try to protect the identities of the folks I draw (somewhat). But the majesty of Jawad’s full name (pronounced “Jay-wad Bah-tee”) just couldn’t be denied. Plus, who am I kidding here – as if he’ll ever find out I drew one of his yearbook pictures.
There was a former UNC player named Jawad Williams (pron. “Jah-wad”) – but Jawad’s version kills his. I can still hear the Hendersoid (our hi skool gym teacher) bellowing out his name. And yes, his last name does sound uncomfortably close to “bwotty” – but whutcha gonna do? Still, I wonder if he got ribbed for that from the Jamaican cats in skool…
With that thin mustache of his, he kinda looks like evil, alternate-universe Spock from that one episode of Star Trek. I can’t speak for his logic (or his evil) – but I’m sure he partook in the gym-class ridicule of my then-jiggly belly. I don’t hold it against him, though. I mean, I drew his goddamn portrait. Thinking back on that time, I can recall dudes fatter than I clowning on me. Qu’est-ce que c’est, nawimean? But fuck it – they’re probably still fat (or fatter), and I’m not. So fuck them…

Jawad Bhatti (another in a set of folks with really cool names)

Generally speaking, I try to protect the identities of the folks I draw (somewhat). But the majesty of Jawad’s full name (pronounced “Jay-wad Bah-tee”) just couldn’t be denied. Plus, who am I kidding here – as if he’ll ever find out I drew one of his yearbook pictures.

There was a former UNC player named Jawad Williams (pron. “Jah-wad”) – but Jawad’s version kills his. I can still hear the Hendersoid (our hi skool gym teacher) bellowing out his name. And yes, his last name does sound uncomfortably close to “bwotty” – but whutcha gonna do? Still, I wonder if he got ribbed for that from the Jamaican cats in skool…

With that thin mustache of his, he kinda looks like evil, alternate-universe Spock from that one episode of Star Trek. I can’t speak for his logic (or his evil) – but I’m sure he partook in the gym-class ridicule of my then-jiggly belly. I don’t hold it against him, though. I mean, I drew his goddamn portrait. Thinking back on that time, I can recall dudes fatter than I clowning on me. Qu’est-ce que c’est, nawimean? But fuck it – they’re probably still fat (or fatter), and I’m not. So fuck them…